Darby's English Translation

Job 6

The Book of Job

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Chapter 7

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  Hath not man a life of labour upon earth? and are not his days like the days of a hireling?  

 

 

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2


 

  As a bondman earnestly desireth the shadow, and a hireling expecteth his wages,  

 

 

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3


 

  So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.  

 

 

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4


 

  If I lie down, I say, When shall I rise up, and the darkness be gone? and I am full of tossings until the dawn.  

 

 

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5


 

  My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and suppurates.  

 

 

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6


 

  My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.  

 

 

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7


 

  Remember thou that my life is wind; mine eye shall no more see good.  

 

 

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8


 

  The eye of him that hath seen me shall behold me no [more]: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.  

 

 

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9


 

  The cloud consumeth and vanisheth away; so he that goeth down to Sheol shall not come up.  

 

 

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10


 

  He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him again.  

 

 

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11


 

  Therefore I will not restrain my mouth: I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.  

 

 

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12


 

  Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, that thou settest a watch over me?  

 

 

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13


 

  When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;  

 

 

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14


 

  Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions;  

 

 

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15


 

  So that my soul chooseth strangling, death, rather than my bones.  

 

 

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16


 

  I loathe it; I shall not live always: let me alone, for my days are a breath.  

 

 

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17


 

  What is man, that thou makest much of him? and that thou settest thy heart upon him?  

 

 

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18


 

  And that thou visitest him every morning, triest him every moment?  

 

 

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19


 

  How long wilt thou not look away from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?  

 

 

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20


 

  Have I sinned, what do I unto thee, thou Observer of men? Why hast thou set me as an object of assault for thee, so that I am become a burden to myself?  

 

 

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21


 

  And why dost not thou forgive my transgression and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I lie down in the dust, and thou shalt seek me early, and I shall not be.  

 

 

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Job 8

 

 

 

 

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