1898 Young's Literal Translation (YLT)

Job 7

1 Job excuseth his desire of death. 12 He complaineth of his own restlessness, 17 and God's watchfulness.

 7:1 ¶ Is there not a warfare to man on earth? And as the days of an hireling his days?

 7:2 As a servant desireth the shadow, And as a hireling expecteth his wage,

 7:3 So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And nights of misery they numbered to me.

 7:4 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.

 7:5 Clothed hath been my flesh [with] worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,

 7:6 My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.

 7:7 Remember Thou that my life [is] a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.

 7:8 The eye of my beholder beholdeth me not. Thine eyes [are] upon me—and I am not.

 7:9 Consumed hath been a cloud, and it goeth, So he who is going down to Sheol cometh not up.

 7:10 He turneth not again to his house, Nor doth his place discern him again.

 7:11 Also I—I withhold not my mouth—I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.

 7:12 A sea-[monster] am I, or a dragon, That thou settest over me a guard?

 7:13 When I said, 'My bed doth comfort me,' He taketh away in my talking my couch.

 7:14 And thou hast affrighted me with dreams, And from visions thou terrifiest me,

 7:15 And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones.

 7:16 I have wasted away—not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days [are] vanity.

 7:17 What [is] man that Thou dost magnify him? And that Thou settest unto him Thy heart?

 7:18 And inspectest him in the mornings, In the evenings dost try him?

 7:19 How long dost Thou not look from me? Thou dost not desist till I swallow my spittle.

 7:20 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?

 7:21 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!