Job Chapter 7 KJV

1Job excuseth his desire of death by representing the extreme restlessness of his condition: 17he expostulateth with God for so severely visiting him.
1 is 1there not aan appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also 2like the days of an hireling?
2 As a servant earnestly adesireth 1the shadow, and as an hireling 2looketh for the reward of his work:
3 So am I made to possess 1months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4 1When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and athe night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
5 1My flesh is clothed with 2worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
6 1My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent 2without hope.
7 O remember that my life is 1wind: 2mine eye ashall no more bsee good.
8 The eye of him that hath seen me shall see 1me no more: 2thine eyes are upon me, and aI am not.
9 as the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: 1so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.
10 He 1shall return no more to his house, 2neither shall his place know him any more.
11 Therefore I 1will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will 2complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12 1Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
13 When I say, 1My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
14 Then thou 1scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:
15 So that my soul 1chooseth strangling, and death rather than my alife.
16 I loathe it; I would not live alway: 1let me alone; for my days are 2vanity.
17 1What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?
18 And that thou shouldest 1visit him 2every morning, and 3try him every moment?
19 1How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
20 I 1have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? 2why hast thou set me as a 3mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?
21 And 1why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away 2mine iniquity? for now shall I 3sleep in the dust; and 4thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I 5shall not be.