Job 7.8
English standard version

¹ Has not man a hard service on earth,
and are not his days like the days of a hired hand?
² Like a slave who longs for the shadow,
and like a hired hand who looks for his wages,
³ so I am allotted months of emptiness,
and nights of misery are apportioned to me.
⁴ When I lie down I say, When shall I arise?
But the night is long,
and I am full of tossing till the dawn.
⁵ My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt;
my skin hardens, then breaks out afresh.
⁶ My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle
and come to their end without hope.
⁷ Remember that my life is a breath;
my eye will never again see good.
⁸ The eye of him who sees me will behold me no more;
while your eyes are on me, I shall be gone.
⁹ As the cloud fades and vanishes,
so he who goes down to Sheol does not come up;
¹⁰ he returns no more to his house,
nor does his place know him anymore.
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.
¹² Am I the sea, or a sea monster,
that you set a guard over me?
¹³ When I say, My bed will comfort me,
my couch will ease my complaint,
¹⁴ then you scare me with dreams
and terrify me with visions,
¹⁵ so that I would choose strangling
and death rather than my bones.
¹⁶ I loathe my life; I would not live forever.
Leave me alone, for my days are a breath.
¹⁷ What is man, that you make so much of him,
and that you set your heart on him,
¹⁸ visit him every morning
and test him every moment?
¹⁹ How long will you not look away from me,
nor leave me alone till I swallow my spit?
²⁰ If I sin, what do I do to you, you watcher of mankind?
Why have you made me your mark?
Why have I become a burden to you?
²¹ Why do you not pardon my transgression
and take away my iniquity?
For now I shall lie in the earth;
you will seek me, but I shall not be.