Job’s Life Seems Futile
7 “[a]Is a person not forced to labor on earth,
And are his days not like the days of a hired worker?
2 As a slave pants for the shade,
And as a hired worker who eagerly waits for his wages,
3 So I am allotted worthless months,
And nights of trouble are apportioned to me.
4 When I lie down, I say,
‘When shall I arise?’
But the night continues,
And I am continually tossing until dawn.
5 My flesh is clothed with maggots and a crust of dirt,
My skin hardens and [b]oozes.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,
And they come to an end without hope.
7 “Remember that my life is a mere breath;
My eye will not see goodness again.
8 The eye of him who sees me will no longer look at me;
Your eyes will be on me, but I will not exist.
9 When a cloud vanishes, it is gone;
In the same way one who goes down to [c]Sheol does not come up.
10 He will not return to his house again,
Nor will his place know about him anymore.
11 “Therefore I will not restrain my mouth;
I will speak in the anguish of my spirit,
I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12 Am I the sea, or the sea monster,
That You set a guard over me?
13 If I say, ‘My couch will comfort me,
My bed will [d]ease my complaint,’
14 Then You frighten me with dreams,
And terrify me by visions,
15 So that my soul would choose suffocation,
Death rather than my [e]pains.
16 I [f]waste away; I will not live forever.
Leave me alone, for my days are only a breath.
17 What is man that You exalt him,
And that You [g]are concerned about him,
18 That You examine him every morning
And put him to the test every moment?
19 [h]Will You never turn Your gaze away from me,
Nor leave me alone until I swallow my spittle?
20 Have I sinned? What have I done to You,
Watcher of mankind?
Why have You made me Your target,
So that I am a burden to myself?
21 Why then do You not forgive my wrongdoing
And take away my [i]guilt?
For now I will lie down in the dust;
And You will search for me, but I will no longer exist.”