Top Verses Profile for Job 7:7  

1 "Do not mortals have hard service on earth? Are not their days like those of hired laborers?" 2 Like a slave longing for the evening shadows, or a hired laborer waiting to be paid 3 So I have been allotted months of futility, and nights of misery have been assigned to me. 4 When I lie down I think, 'How long before I get up?' The night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn. 5 My body is clothed with worms and scabs, my skin is broken and festering. 6 "My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and they come to an end without hope." 7 Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath; my eyes will never see happiness again. 8 The eye that now sees me will see me no longer; you will look for me, but I will be no more. 9 As a cloud vanishes and is gone, so those who go down to the grave do not return. 10 They will never come to their homes again; their places will know them no more. 11 "Therefore I will not keep silent; I will speak out in the anguish of my spirit, I will complain in the bitterness of my soul." 12 Am I the sea, or the monster of the deep, that you put me under guard? 13 When I think my bed will comfort me and my couch will ease my complaint 14 Even then you frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions 15 So that I prefer strangling and death, rather than this body of mine. (NIV)

1 IS THERE not an [appointed] warfare and hard labor to man upon earth? And are not his days like the days of a hireling? 2 As a servant earnestly longs for the shade and the evening shadows, and as a hireling who looks for the reward of his work 3 So am I allotted months of futile [suffering], and [long] nights of misery are appointed to me. 4 When I lie down I say, When shall I arise and the night be gone? And I am full of tossing to and fro till the dawning of the day. 5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and has become loathsome, and it closes up and breaks out afresh. 6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope. 7 Oh, remember that my life is but wind (a puff, a breath, a sob); my eye shall see good no more. 8 The eye of him who sees me shall see me no more; while your eyes are upon me, I shall be gone. 9 As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so he who goes down to Sheol (the place of the dead) shall come up no more. 10 He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more. 11 Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit, I will complain in the bitterness of my soul [O Lord]! 12 Am I the sea, or the sea monster, that You set a watch over me? 13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint 14 Then You scare me with dreams and terrify me through visions 15 So that I would choose strangling and death rather than these my bones. (AMP)

1 Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling? 2 As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work: 3 So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me. 4 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. 5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome. 6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope. 7 O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good. 8 The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not. 9 As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more. 10 He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more. 11 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. 12 Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me? 13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaints; 14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions: 15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life. (KJV)