| 章 |
| 7:1 |
Is there not a warfare to man on earth? And as the days of an hireling his days?
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| 7:2 |
As a servant desireth the shadow, And as a hireling expecteth his wage,
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| 7:3 |
So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And nights of misery they numbered to me.
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| 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.
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| 7:5 |
Clothed hath been my flesh [with] worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
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| 7:6 |
My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.
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| 7:7 |
Remember Thou that my life [is] a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.
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| 7:8 |
The eye of my beholder beholdeth me not. Thine eyes [are] upon me -- and I am not.
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| 7:9 |
Consumed hath been a cloud, and it goeth, So he who is going down to Sheol cometh not up.
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| 7:10 |
He turneth not again to his house, Nor doth his place discern him again.
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| 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.
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| 7:12 |
A sea-[monster] am I, or a dragon, That thou settest over me a guard?
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| 7:13 |
When I said, `My bed doth comfort me,' He taketh away in my talking my couch.
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| 7:14 |
And thou hast affrighted me with dreams, And from visions thou terrifiest me,
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| 7:15 |
And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones.
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| 7:16 |
I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days [are] vanity.
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| 7:17 |
What [is] man that Thou dost magnify him? And that Thou settest unto him Thy heart?
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| 7:18 |
And inspectest him in the mornings, In the evenings dost try him?
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| 7:19 |
How long dost Thou not look from me? Thou dost not desist till I swallow my spittle.
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| 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?
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| 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!
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