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title: Job 7
slug: kjv/job-7
createdAt: 2024-08-21T01:04:44.052Z
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**1&#x20;***Is there* not an appointed time to man upon earth? *are not* his days also like the days of an hireling?

**2&#x20;**&#x41;s a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for *the reward of* his work:

**3&#x20;**&#x53;o am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.

**4&#x20;**&#x57;hen 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&#x20;**&#x4D;y flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

**6&#x20;**&#x4D;y days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

**7&#x20;**&#x4F; remember that my life *is* wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

**8&#x20;**&#x54;he eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no *more*: thine eyes *are* upon me, and I *am* not.

**9&#x20;***As* the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no *more*.

**10&#x20;**&#x48;e shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.

**11&#x20;**&#x54;herefore 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&#x20;***Am* I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?

**13&#x20;**&#x57;hen I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;

**14&#x20;**&#x54;hen thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:

**15&#x20;**&#x53;o that my soul chooseth strangling, *and* death rather than my life.

**16&#x20;**&#x49; loathe *it*; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days *are* vanity.

**17&#x20;**&#x57;hat *is* man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?

**18&#x20;**&#x41;nd *that* thou shouldest visit him every morning, *and* try him every moment?

**19&#x20;**&#x48;ow long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

**20&#x20;**&#x49; 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&#x20;**&#x41;nd 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*.
