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OEB JOB Chapter 7

JOB 7 ©

7Hath man on the earth not a warfare,

With days like the days of a hireling?

2Like a slave that pants for the shadow,

A hireling that longs for his wages,

3So empty months are my portion,

And wearisome nights mine appointment.

4I lie down, saying, "When cometh day?"

When I rise, methinks, "When cometh even?"

I am full of unrest till the dawn.

5Worms and clods clothe my flesh;

My skin grows hard and then breaks.

6My days are more swift than a shuttle;

They come to an end without hope.

7O remember my life is but breath;

Mine eyes shall see good nevermore.

8The eye that now sees me shall see me no more;

Thine eyes shall look for me, but I shall be gone.

9Like the cloud that is spent and that passeth away,

He that goes down to Sheol shall come up no more.

10He shall never come back to his house again,

And the place that was his shall know him no more.

11So my mouth I will not restrain,

I will utter mine anguish of spirit,

Pour out mine embittered soul.

12Am I a sea or a sea-monster,

That upon me Thou settest a watch?

13When I look to my couch to comfort me,

To my bed for relief of my sorrow,

14Then Thou scarest me with dreams,

And with visions dost so affright me,

15That gladly would I be strangled:

Death itself I spurn in my pain.

16I would not live for ever:

Let me go, for my days are but breath.

17What is man, that so great Thou dost count him

And settest Thine heart upon him–

18Visiting him every morning,

And testing him moment by moment?

19O when wilt Thou turn Thine eyes from me,

And leave me though but for a moment?

20If 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?

21Why 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 7 ©

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