Job 7:13–16

When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me,

my couch will ease my complaint,’

then you scare me with dreams

and terrify me with visions,

so that I would choose strangling

and death rather than my bones.

I loathe my life; I would not live forever.

Leave me alone, for my days are a breath.

When I think my bed will comfort me

and my couch will ease my complaint,

even then you frighten me with dreams

and terrify me with visions,

so that I prefer strangling and death,

rather than this body of mine.

I despise my life; I would not live forever.

Let me alone; my days have no meaning.

When I say, “My bed will comfort me,

and my couch will ease my complaint,”

then you frighten me with dreams,

and terrify me with visions,

so that I prefer strangling—

death rather than life in this body.

I give up! I will not live forever.

Leave me alone, for my days are a breath.

I think, ‘My bed will comfort me,

and sleep will ease my misery,’

but then you shatter me with dreams

and terrify me with visions.

I would rather be strangled—

rather die than suffer like this.

I hate my life and don’t want to go on living.

Oh, leave me alone for my few remaining days.

When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me,

and my couch will ease my complaint,’

then you terrify me with dreams,

and with visions you terrify me.

So my inner self will choose strangling—

death more than my existence.

I loathe my life; I would not live forever;

depart from me, for my days are a breath.

When I say, My bed shall comfort me,

My couch shall ease my complaint;

Then thou scarest me with dreams,

And terrifiest me through visions:

So that my soul chooseth strangling,

And death rather than my life.

I loathe it; I would not live alway:

Let me alone; for my days are vanity.