Job 7
1Is 1 And are not his days like the days of a hireling? 1
2As 1 And as a hireling that looketh for his wages: 1
3So 1 And wearisome nights are appointed to me. 1
4When 1 When shall I arise, and the night be gone? 1 And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day. 1
5My 1 My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh. 1
6My 1 And are spent without hope. 1
7Oh remember 1 Mine eye shall no more see good. 1
8The 1 Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be. 1
9As 1 So he that goeth down to Sheol shall come up no more. 1
10He 1 Neither shall his place know him anymore. 2
11Therefore 1 I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; 1 I will complain in the bitterness of my soul. 1
12Am I 1 That thou settest a watch over me? 1
13When 1 My couch shall ease my complaint; 1
14Then thou scarest 1 And terrifiest me through visions: 1
15So that 1 And death rather than these my bones. 1
16I 1 Let me alone; for my days are vanity. 1
17What 1 And that thou shouldest set thy mind upon him, 1
18And 1 And try him every moment? 1
19How 1 Nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle? 1
20If 1 Why hast thou set me as a mark for thee, 1 So that I am a burden to myself? 1
21And 1 For now shall I lie down in the dust; 1 And thou wilt seek me diligently, but I shall not be.