King James Bible

Job 6

The Book of Job

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Chapter 7

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 complaint; 

 

 


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 mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I [shall] not [be]. 

 

 


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