Job 7
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“Isn’t a man forced to labor on earth?
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As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow,
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so I am made to possess months of misery,
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When I lie down, I say,
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My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust.
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My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,
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Oh remember that my life is a breath.
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The eye of him who sees me will see me no more.
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As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away,
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He will return no more to his house,
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“Therefore I will not keep silent.
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Am I a sea, or a sea monster,
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When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me.
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then you scare me with dreams
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so that my soul chooses strangling,
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I loathe my life.
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What is man, that you should magnify him,
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that you should visit him every morning,
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How long will you not look away from me,
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If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men?
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Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity?