ASV - Job Chapter 7 to 8

7 Job 7

¹Is there not a warfare to man upon earth? And are not his days like the days of a hireling? ²As a servant that earnestly desireth the shadow, And as a hireling that looketh for his wages: ³So am I made to possess months of misery, And wearisome nights are appointed to me. ⁴When 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. ⁵My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh. ⁶My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope. ⁷Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good. ⁸The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more; Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be. ⁹As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away, So he that goeth down to Sheol shall come up no more. ¹⁰He shall return no more to his house, Neither shall his place know him any more. ¹¹Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul. ¹²Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, That thou settest a watch over me? ¹³When I say, My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint; ¹⁴Then thou scarest me with dreams, And terrifiest me through visions: ¹⁵So that my soul chooseth strangling, And death rather than these my bones. ¹⁶I loathe my life; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity. ¹⁷What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him, And that thou shouldest set thy mind upon him, ¹⁸And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, And try him every moment? ¹⁹How long wilt thou not look away from me, Nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle? ²⁰If I have sinned, what do I unto thee, O thou watcher of men? Why hast thou set me as a mark for thee, So that I am a burden to myself? ²¹And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust; And thou wilt seek me diligently, but I shall not be.

8 Job 8

¹Then answered Bildad the Shuhite, and said, ²How long wilt thou speak these things? And how long shall the words of thy mouth be like a mighty wind? ³Doth God pervert justice? Or doth the Almighty pervert righteousness? ⁴If thy children have sinned against him, And he hath delivered them into the hand of their transgression; ⁵If thou wouldest seek diligently unto God, And make thy supplication to the Almighty; ⁶If thou wert pure and upright: Surely now he would awake for thee, And make the habitation of thy righteousness prosperous. ⁷And though thy beginning was small, Yet thy latter end would greatly increase. ⁸For inquire, I pray thee, of the former age, And apply thyself to that which their fathers have searched out: ⁹(For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, Because our days upon earth are a shadow); ¹⁰Shall not they teach thee, and tell thee, And utter words out of their heart? ¹¹Can the rush grow up without mire? Can the flag grow without water? ¹²Whilst it is yet in its greenness, and not cut down, It withereth before any other herb. ¹³So are the paths of all that forget God; And the hope of the godless man shall perish: ¹⁴Whose confidence shall break in sunder, And whose trust is a spider's web. ¹⁵He shall lean upon his house, but it shall not stand: He shall hold fast thereby, but it shall not endure. ¹⁶He is green before the sun, And his shoots go forth over his garden. ¹⁷His roots are wrapped about the stone -heap, He beholdeth the place of stones. ¹⁸If he be destroyed from his place, Then it shall deny him, saying, I have not seen thee. ¹⁹Behold, this is the joy of his way; And out of the earth shall others spring. ²⁰Behold, God will not cast away a perfect man, Neither will he uphold the evil-doers. ²¹He will yet fill thy mouth with laughter, And thy lips with shouting. ²²They that hate thee shall be clothed with shame; And the tent of the wicked shall be no more.