[Sidenote: Job 7:1-6] Has not man a hard service on earth? And are not his days like the days of a hireling? As a slave who sighs for the shadows of the evening, And as a hireling who looks for his wages, So am I given months of misery, And wearisome nights are appointed me. When I lie down, I say: 'When shall I arise, and the night be gone?' And I am full of unrest until the dawn. My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin hardens, then breaks out again. My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope. [Sidenote: Job 7:9, 10] As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, So he who goes down to Sheol shall come up no more, He shall return no more to his house, Nor shall his place know him any more. [Sidenote: Job 7:11, 19] Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the bitterness of my spirit. Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, That thou shouldest set a watch over me? When I say, "My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint;" Then thou frightest me with dreams, And terrifiest me through visions: So that I myself choose strangling, And death rather than my pains. I loath life, I would not live always, Let me alone, for my days are as a breath, What is man, that thou exaltest him, That on him thou directest thy thought, That thou visitest him each morning, And testest him each moment? [Sidenote: Job 7:20, 21] If I have sinned, what have I done to thee, O watcher of men? Why hast thou set me as thy target? And why am I a burden to thee? And why dost thou not pardon my transgression and take away mine iniquity? For now I shall lie down in the dust, When thou shalt seek me, I shall not be. [Sidenote: Job 8:1-2] Then answered Bildad the Shuhite and said, How long will you speak these things? And the words of your mouth be like a mighty wind? Doth God pervert justice? Or doth the Almighty pervert righteousness? [Sidenote: Job 8:3-6] If your children sinned against him, And he delivered them to the consequences of their guilt; You should earnestly seek God, Let him take his rod away from me, And let not his terror make me afraid, Then would I speak and not fear him, For in myself I am not thus fearful. [Sidenote: Job 10:9-15] Remember that as clay thou hast fashioned me, And wilt thou again turn me into dust? Hast thou not poured me out as milk? And curdled me like a cheese? Thou hast clothed me with a skin and with flesh, And knit me together with bones and with sinews. Thou hast granted me life and favor, And thy care hath preserved my breath. Yet these things thou didst hide in thy heart; I know that this is thy plan: If I sin, then thou watchest me, And if I be just, yet I cannot lift up my head! [Sidenote: Job 10:20-22] Are not the days of my life few enough? Let me alone, that I may have a little cheer, Before I go whence I shall not return, To the land of darkness and of gloom, The land dark as blackness, Gloom without a gleam or ray of light.