Young's Literal Translation

Job 6

The Book of Job

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Chapter 7

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  Is there not a warfare to man on earth? And as the days of an hireling his days?  

 

 

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  As a servant desireth the shadow, And as a hireling expecteth his wage,  

 

 

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3


 

  So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And nights of misery they numbered to me.  

 

 

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4


 

  If I lay down then I said, 'When do I rise!' And evening hath been measured, And I have been full of tossings till dawn.  

 

 

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5


 

  Clothed hath been my flesh [with] worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,  

 

 

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6


 

  My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.  

 

 

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7


 

  Remember Thou that my life [is] a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.  

 

 

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8


 

  The eye of my beholder beholdeth me not. Thine eyes [are] upon me -- and I am not.  

 

 

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9


 

  Consumed hath been a cloud, and it goeth, So he who is going down to Sheol cometh not up.  

 

 

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10


 

  He turneth not again to his house, Nor doth his place discern him again.  

 

 

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11


 

  Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.  

 

 

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12


 

  A sea-[monster] am I, or a dragon, That thou settest over me a guard?  

 

 

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13


 

  When I said, 'My bed doth comfort me,' He taketh away in my talking my couch.  

 

 

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14


 

  And thou hast affrighted me with dreams, And from visions thou terrifiest me,  

 

 

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15


 

  And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones.  

 

 

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  I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days [are] vanity.  

 

 

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17


 

  What [is] man that Thou dost magnify him? And that Thou settest unto him Thy heart?  

 

 

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18


 

  And inspectest him in the mornings, In the evenings dost try him?  

 

 

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19


 

  How long dost Thou not look from me? Thou dost not desist till I swallow my spittle.  

 

 

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20


 

  I have sinned, what do I to Thee, O watcher of man? Why hast Thou set me for a mark to Thee, And I am for a burden to myself -- and what?  

 

 

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21


 

  Thou dost not take away my transgression, And cause to pass away mine iniquity, Because now, for dust I lie down: And Thou hast sought me -- and I am not!  

 

 

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Job 8

 

 

 

 

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