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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Yea, he ladeth the thick cloud with moisture;He spreadeth abroad the cloud of his {Hebrew: light.}lightning:
Before I go whence I shall not return,Even to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
But man dieth, and is laid low:Yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?
As the waters {Hebrew: are gone.}fail from the sea,And the river wasteth and drieth up;
So man lieth down and riseth not:Till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake,Nor be roused out of their sleep.
Oh that thou wouldest hide me in Sheol,That thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past,That thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!
If a man die, shall he live again?All the days of my warfare {Or, will…shall come}would I wait,Till my {Or, change}release should come.
For when a few years are come,I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
But now he is dead, wherefore should I fast? can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he will not return to me.
For we must needs die, and are as water spilt on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again; neither doth God take away life, but deviseth means, that he that is banished be not an outcast from him.
Oh {Or, look away from me}spare me, that I may {Hebrew: brighten up.}recover strength,Before I go hence, and be no more.
I said, I shall not see {Hebrew: Jah.}Jehovah, even {Hebrew: Jah.}Jehovah in the land of the living:I shall behold man no more {Or, when I am among them that have ceased to be}with the inhabitants of the world.