Is there not a {Or, time of service}warfare to man upon earth?
And are not his days like the days of a hireling?
As a servant that earnestly desireth the shadow,
And as a hireling that looketh for his wages:
So am I made to possess months of misery,
And wearisome nights are appointed to me.
When 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.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust;
My skin {Or, is broken and become loathsome}closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle,
And are spent without hope.
Oh remember that my life is a breath:
Mine eye shall no more see good.
The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more;
Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be.
As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away,
So he that goeth down to Sheol shall come up no more.
He shall return no more to his house,
Neither shall his place know him any more.
Therefore I will not refrain my mouth;
I will speak in the anguish of my spirit;
I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
Am I a sea, or a sea-monster,
That thou settest a watch over me?
When I say, My bed shall comfort me,
My couch shall ease my complaint;
Then thou scarest me with dreams,
And terrifiest me through visions:
So that my soul chooseth strangling,
And death rather than these my bones.
{Or, I waste away}I loathe my life; I {Or, shall}would not live alway:
Let me alone; for my days are {Or, as a breath}vanity.
What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him,
And that thou shouldest set thy mind upon him,
And that thou shouldest visit him every morning,
And try him every moment?
How long wilt thou not look away from me,
Nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
If I have sinned, what {Or, can I do}do I unto thee, O thou {Or, preserver}watcher of men?
Why hast thou set me as a mark for thee,
So that I am a burden to myself?
And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity?
For now shall I lie down in the dust;
And thou wilt seek me diligently, but I shall not be.
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Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay;And wilt thou bring me into dust again?
And he remembered that they were but flesh,A wind that passeth away, and cometh not again.
Before I go whence I shall not return,Even to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
And Jacob their father said unto them, Me have ye bereaved of my children: Joseph is not, and Simeon is not, and ye will take Benjamin away: all these things are {Or, upon}against me.
whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. What is your life? For ye are a vapor that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.
The land dark as {Hebrew: thick darkness.}midnight,The land of the shadow of death, without any order,And where the light is as {Hebrew: thick darkness.}midnight.
Remember, I beseech thee, the word that thou commandedst thy servant Moses, saying, If ye trespass, I will scatter you abroad among the peoples:
Remember this, that the enemy {Or, hath reproached Jehovah}hath reproached, O Jehovah,And that a foolish people hath blasphemed thy name.
Arise, O God, plead thine own cause:Remember how the foolish man reproacheth thee all the day.
Oh remember how short my time is:For what vanity hast thou created all the children of men!
Remember, Lord, the reproach of thy servants;How I do bear in my bosom the reproach of all the {Or, many}mighty peoples,
O Jehovah, thou knowest; remember me, and visit me, and avenge me of my persecutors; take me not away in thy longsuffering: know that for thy sake I have suffered reproach.