Job’s Life Seems Futile
1“Is not man forced to labor on earth,
And are not his days like the days of a hired man?
2As a slave who pants for the shade,
And as a hired man who eagerly waits for his wages,
3So am I allotted months of vanity,
And nights of trouble are appointed me.
4When I lie down I say,
‘When shall I arise?’
But the night continues,
And I am continually tossing until dawn.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and a crust of dirt,
My skin hardens and runs.
6My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,
And come to an end without hope.
7“Remember that my life is but breath;
My eye will not again see good.
8The eye of him who sees me will behold me no longer;
Your eyes will be on me, but I will not be.
9When a cloud vanishes, it is gone,
So he who goes down to Sheol does not come up.
10He will not return again to his house,
Nor will 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.
12Am I the sea, or the sea monster,
That You set a guard over me?
13If I say, ‘My bed will comfort me,
My couch will ease my complaint,’
14Then You frighten me with dreams
And terrify me by visions;
15So that my soul would choose suffocation,
Death rather than my pains.
16I waste away; I will not live forever.
Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
17What is man that You magnify him,
And that You are concerned about him,
18That You examine him every morning
And try him every moment?
19Will You never turn Your gaze away from me,
Nor let me alone until I swallow my spittle?
20Have I sinned? What have I done to You,
O watcher of men?
Why have You set me as Your target,
So that I am a burden to myself?
21Why then do You not pardon my transgression
And take away my iniquity?
For now I will lie down in the dust;
And You will seek me, but I will not be.”