Job 7:1–10

Job Continues: My Life Has No Hope

7 “Has not man ra hard service on earth,

and are not his sdays like the days of a hired hand?

2  Like a slave who longs for tthe shadow,

and like ua hired hand who looks for his vwages,

3  so I am allotted months of wemptiness,

xand nights of misery are apportioned to me.

4  yWhen I lie down I say, ‘When shall I arise?’

But the night is long,

and I toss and turn till the dawn.

5  My flesh is clothed with zworms and adirt;

my skin hardens, then bbreaks out afresh.

6  My days are cswifter than da weaver’s shuttle

and come to their end without hope.

7  “Remember that my life is a ebreath;

my eye will never again see good.

8  fThe eye of him who sees me will behold me no more;

while your eyes are on me, gI shall be gone.

9  As hthe cloud fades and vanishes,

so he who igoes down to Sheol does not come up;

10  he jreturns no more to his house,

nor does his kplace know him anymore.