The Book of Job, Chapter 7איוב 7

הֲלֹא צָבָ֣א לֶאֱנ֣וֹשׁ על עֲלֵי אָ֑רֶץ וְכִימֵ֖י שָׂכִ֣יר יָמָֽיו

not an appointed time to man upon earth? his days also like the days of an hireling?

כְּעֶ֥בֶד יִשְׁאַף צֵ֑ל וּ֝כְשָׂכִ֗יר יְקַוֶּ֥ה פָעֳלֽוֹ

As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for his work:

כֵּ֤ן הָנְחַ֣לְתִּי לִ֭י יַרְחֵי שָׁ֑וְא וְלֵיל֥וֹת עָ֝מָ֗ל מִנּוּ לִֽי

So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.

אִם שָׁכַ֗בְתִּי וְאָמַ֗רְתִּי מָתַ֣י אָ֭קוּם וּמִדַּד עָ֑רֶב וְשָׂבַ֖עְתִּי נְדֻדִ֣ים עֲדֵי נָֽשֶׁף

When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro to the dawning of the day.

לָ֘בַ֤שׁ בְּשָׂרִ֣י רִ֭מָּה וגיש וְג֣וּשׁ עָפָ֑ר עוֹרִ֥י רָ֝גַ֗ע וַיִּמָּאֵֽס

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

יָמַ֣י קַ֭לּוּ מִנִּי אָ֑רֶג וַ֝יִּכְל֗וּ בְּאֶ֣פֶס תִּקְוָֽה

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

זְ֭כֹר כִּי ר֣וּחַ חַיָּ֑י לֹא תָשׁ֥וּב עֵ֝ינִ֗י לִרְא֥וֹת טֽוֹב

O remember that my life wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

לֹֽא תְ֭שׁוּרֵנִי עֵ֣ין רֹ֑אִי עֵינֶ֖יךָ בִּ֣י וְאֵינֶֽנִּי

The eye of him that has seen me shall see me no : your eyes upon me, and I not.

כָּלָ֣ה עָ֭נָן וַיֵּלַ֑ךְ כֵּ֥ן יוֹרֵ֥ד שְׁ֝א֗וֹל לֹ֣א יַעֲלֶֽה

the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no .

לֹא יָשׁ֣וּב ע֣וֹד לְבֵית֑וֹ וְלֹא יַכִּירֶ֖נּוּ ע֣וֹד מְקֹמֽוֹ

He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.

גַּם אֲנִי֮ לֹ֤א אֶחֱשָׂ֫ךְ פִּ֥י אֲֽ֭דַבְּרָה בְּצַ֣ר רוּחִ֑י אָ֝שִׂ֗יחָה בְּמַ֣ר נַפְשִֽׁי

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.

הֲֽיָם אָ֭נִי אִם תַּנִּ֑ין כִּֽי תָשִׂ֖ים עָלַ֣י מִשְׁמָֽר

I a sea, or a whale, that you settest a watch over me?

כִּֽי אָ֭מַרְתִּי תְּנַחֲמֵ֣נִי עַרְשִׂ֑י יִשָּׂ֥א בְ֝שִׂיחִ֗י מִשְׁכָּבִֽי

When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;

וְחִתַּתַּ֥נִי בַחֲלֹמ֑וֹת וּֽמֵחֶזְיֹנ֥וֹת תְּבַעֲתַֽנִּי

Then you scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:

וַתִּבְחַ֣ר מַחֲנָ֣ק נַפְשִׁ֑י מָ֝֗וֶת מֵֽעַצְמוֹתָֽי

So that my soul chooseth strangling, death rather than my life.

מָ֭אַסְתִּי לֹא לְעֹלָ֣ם אֶֽחְיֶ֑ה חֲדַ֥ל מִ֝מֶּ֗נִּי כִּי הֶ֥בֶל יָמָֽי

I loathe ; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days vanity.

מָֽה אֱ֭נוֹשׁ כִּ֣י תְגַדְּלֶ֑נּוּ וְכִי תָשִׁ֖ית אֵלָ֣יו לִבֶּֽךָ

What man, that you shouldest magnify him? and that you shouldest set your heart upon him?

וַתִּפְקְדֶ֥נּוּ לִבְקָרִ֑ים לִ֝רְגָעִ֗ים תִּבְחָנֶֽנּוּ

And you shouldest visit him every morning, try him every moment?

כַּ֭מָּה לֹא תִשְׁעֶ֣ה מִמֶּ֑נִּי לֹֽא תַ֝רְפֵּ֗נִי עַד בִּלְעִ֥י רֻקִּֽי

How long will you not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

חָטָ֡אתִי מָ֤ה אֶפְעַ֨ל לָךְ֮ נֹצֵ֪ר הָאָ֫דָ֥ם לָ֤מָה שַׂמְתַּ֣נִי לְמִפְגָּ֣ע לָ֑ךְ וָאֶהְיֶ֖ה עָלַ֣י לְמַשָּֽׂא

I have sinned; what shall I do to you, O you preserver of men? why have you set me as a mark against you, so that I am a burden to myself?

וּמֶ֤ה לֹא תִשָּׂ֣א פִשְׁעִי֮ וְתַעֲבִ֪יר אֶת עֲוֺ֫נִ֥י כִּֽי עַ֭תָּה לֶעָפָ֣ר אֶשְׁכָּ֑ב וְשִׁ֖חֲרְתַּ֣נִי וְאֵינֶֽנִּי

And why dost you not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and you shall seek me in the morning, but I not .