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7 Hath man on the earth not a warfare,
With days like the days of a hireling?
2 Like a slave that pants for the shadow,
A hireling that longs for his wages,
3 So empty months are my portion,
And wearisome nights mine appointment.
4 I lie down, saying, "When cometh day?"
When I rise, methinks, "When cometh even?"
I am full of unrest till the dawn.
5 Worms and clods clothe my flesh;
My skin grows hard and then breaks.
6 My days are more swift than a shuttle;
They come to an end without hope.
7 O remember my life is but breath;
Mine eyes shall see good nevermore.
8 The eye that now sees me shall see me no more;
Thine eyes shall look for me, but I shall be gone.
9 Like the cloud that is spent and that passeth away,
He that goes down to Sheol shall come up no more.
10 He shall never come back to his house again,
And the place that was his shall know him no more.
11 So my mouth I will not restrain,
I will utter mine anguish of spirit,
Pour out mine embittered soul.
12 Am I a sea or a sea-monster,
That upon me Thou settest a watch?
13 When I look to my couch to comfort me,
To my bed for relief of my sorrow,
14 Then Thou scarest me with dreams,
And with visions dost so affright me,
15 That gladly would I be strangled:
Death itself I spurn in my pain.
16 I would not live for ever:
Let me go, for my days are but breath.
17 What is man, that so great Thou dost count him
And settest Thine heart upon him–
18 Visiting him every morning,
And testing him moment by moment?
19 O when wilt Thou turn Thine eyes from me,
And leave me though but for a moment?
20 If I sin, how does that harm Thee,
O Thou who art Watcher of men?
Why dost Thou make me Thy target?
Why burden Thyself with me?
21 Why not forgive my sin,
And pass mine iniquity by?
For now I shall lie in the dust;
Thou shalt search, but I shall not be.
Bildad’s Appeal to the Teaching of Tradition
JOB C1 C2 C3 C4 C5 C6 C7 C8 C9 C10 C11 C12 C13 C14 C15 C16 C17 C18 C19 C20 C21 C22 C23 C24 C25 C26 C27 C28 C29 C30 C31 C32 C33 C34 C35 C36 C37 C38 C39 C40 C41 C42