Job 7

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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!