| Chapter 7 |
1 |
Has not man his ordered time of trouble on the earth? and are not his
days like the days of a servant working for payment? |
2 |
As a servant desiring the shades of evening, and a workman looking for
his payment: |
3 |
So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of
weariness are given to me. |
4 |
When I go to my bed, I say, When will it be time to get up? but the night
is long, and I am turning from side to side till morning light. |
5 |
My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is
cracked again. |
6 |
My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end
without hope. |
7 |
O, keep in mind that my life is wind: my eye will never again see good. |
8 |
The eye of him who sees me will see me no longer: your eyes will be
looking for me, but I will be gone. |
9 |
A cloud comes to an end and is gone; so he who goes down into the
underworld comes not up again. |
10 |
He will not come back to his house, and his place will have no more
knowledge of him. |
11 |
So I will not keep my mouth shut; I will let the words come from it in
the pain of my spirit, my soul will make a bitter outcry. |
12 |
Am I a sea, or a sea-beast, that you put a watch over me? |
13 |
When I say, In my bed I will have comfort, there I will get rest from my
disease; |
14 |
Then you send dreams to me, and visions of fear; |
15 |
So that a hard death seems better to my soul than my pains. |
16 |
I have no desire for life, I would not be living for ever! Keep away from
me, for my days are as a breath. |
17 |
What is man, that you have made him great, and that your attention is
fixed on him, |
18 |
And that your hand is on him every morning, and that you are testing him
every minute? |
19 |
How long will it be before your eyes are turned away from me, so that I
may have a minute's breathing-space? |
20 |
If I have done wrong, what have I done to you, O keeper of men? why have
you made me a mark for your blows, so that I am a weariness to myself? |
21 |
And why do you not take away my sin, and let my wrongdoing be ended? for
now I go down to the dust, and you will be searching for me with care, but I
will be gone. |