| Chapter 7
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| 1 | Is there not
an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an
hireling? |
| 2 | As a servant
earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his
work: |
| 3 | So am I made to
possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me. |
| 4 | When I lie down, I say, When
shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto
the dawning of the day. |
| 5 |
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become
loathsome. |
| 6 | My days are
swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope. |
| 7 | O remember that my life is wind: mine
eye shall no more see good. |
| 8 |
The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon
me, and I am not. |
| 9 | As
the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave
shall come up no more. |
| 10 |
He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any
more. |
| 11 | Therefore I
will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will
complain in the bitterness of my soul. |
| 12 | Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over
me? |
| 13 | When I say, My
bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaints; |
| 14 | Then thou scarest me with dreams, and
terrifiest me through visions: |
| 15
| So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my
life. |
| 16 | I loathe it; I
would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity. |
| 17 | What is man, that thou shouldest
magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him? |
| 18 | And that thou shouldest visit him
every morning, and try him every moment? |
| 19 | How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone
till I swallow down my spittle? |
|
20 | I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of
men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to
myself? |
| 21 | And why dost
thou not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? for now shall I
sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not
be. |
