Job

¹ And are not his days like the days of a hired man?

² And as a hired man who eagerly hopes for his wages,

³ And nights of trouble are appointed me.

⁴ ‘When shall I arise?’ But the twilight continues, And I am saturated with tossing until dawn.

⁵ My skin scabs over and flows out again.

⁶ And come to an end without hope.

⁷ My eye will not again see good.

⁸ Your eyes will be on me, but I will not be.

⁹ So he who goes down to Sheol does not come up.

¹⁰ Nor will his place recognize him anymore.

¹¹ I will speak in the distress of my spirit; I will muse on the bitterness of my soul.

¹² That You set a guard over me?

¹³ My couch will ease my bitter musing,’

¹⁴ And terrify me by visions,

¹⁵ Death rather than my pains.

¹⁶ Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.

¹⁷ And that You set Your heart on him,

¹⁸ And test him every moment?

¹⁹ Nor let me alone until I swallow my spit?

²⁰ O watcher of men? Why have You set me as Your target, So that I am a burden to myself?

²¹ And take away my iniquity? For now I will lie down in the dust; And You will seek me earnestly, but I will not be.”