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Job · Chapter 7
Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth?
are not
his days also like the days of an hireling?
As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for
the reward of his work:
So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
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.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no
more: thine eyes
are upon me, and I
am not.
As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no
more.
He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my nephesh.
Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:
So that my nephesh chooseth strangling,
and death rather than my life.
I loathe
it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days
are vanity.
What
is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?
And
that thou shouldest visit him every morning,
and
try him every moment?
How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?
And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I
shall not
be.
Ketuvim
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Job · Chapter 8
Then answered Bildad the Shuhite, and said,
How long wilt thou speak these
things? and
how long shall
the words of thy mouth be like a strong wind?
Doth Elohim pervert judgment? or doth the Almighty pervert justice?
If thy children have sinned against him, and he have cast them away for their transgression;
If thou wouldest seek unto Elohim betimes, and make thy supplication to the Almighty;
If thou
wert pure and upright; surely now he would awake for thee, and make the habitation of thy righteousness prosperous.
Though thy beginning was small, yet thy latter end should greatly increase.
For enquire, I pray thee, of the former age, and prepare thyself to the search of their fathers:
(For we
are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days upon earth
are a shadow:)
Shall not they teach thee,
and tell thee, and utter words out of their heart?
Can the rush grow up without mire? can the flag grow without water?
Whilst it
is yet in his greenness,
and not cut down, it withereth before any
other herb.
So
are the paths of all that forget Elohim; and the hypocrite’s hope shall perish:
Whose hope shall be cut off, and whose trust
shall be a spider’s web.
He shall lean upon his house, but it shall not stand: he shall hold it fast, but it shall not endure.
He
is green before the sun, and his branch shooteth forth in his garden.
His roots are wrapped about the heap,
and seeth the place of stones.
If he destroy him from his place, then
it shall deny him,
saying, I have not seen thee.
Behold, this
is the joy of his way, and out of the earth shall others grow.
Behold, Elohim will not cast away a perfect
man, neither will he help the evil doers:
Till he fill thy mouth with laughing, and thy lips with rejoicing.
They that hate thee shall be clothed with shame; and the dwelling place of the wicked shall come to nought.
Ketuvim
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Job · Chapter 9
Then Job answered and said,
I know
it is so of a truth: but how should man be just with Elohim?
If he will contend with him, he cannot answer him one of a thousand.
He is wise in heart, and mighty in strength: who hath hardened
himself against him, and hath prospered?
Which removeth the mountains, and they know not: which overturneth them in his anger.
Which shaketh the earth out of her place, and the pillars thereof tremble.
Which commandeth the sun, and it riseth not; and sealeth up the stars.
Which alone spreadeth out the shamayim, and treadeth upon the waves of the sea.
Which maketh Arcturus, Orion, and Pleiades, and the chambers of the south.
Which doeth great things past finding out; yea, and wonders without number.
Lo, he goeth by me, and I see
him not: he passeth on also, but I perceive him not.
Behold, he taketh away, who can hinder him? who will say unto him, What doest thou?
If Elohim will not withdraw his anger, the proud helpers do stoop under him.
How much less shall I answer him,
and choose out my words
to reason with him?
Whom, though I were righteous,
yet would I not answer,
but I would make supplication to my judge.
If I had called, and he had answered me;
yet would I not believe that he had hearkened unto my voice.
For he breaketh me with a tempest, and multiplieth my wounds without cause.
He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
If
I speak of strength, lo,
he is strong: and if of judgment, who shall set me a time
to plead?
If I justify myself, mine own mouth shall condemn me:
if I say, I am perfect, it shall also prove me perverse.
Though I
were perfect,
yet would I not know my nephesh: I would despise my life.
This
is one
thing, therefore I said
it,
He destroyeth the perfect and the wicked.
If the scourge slay suddenly, he will laugh at the trial of the innocent.
The earth is given into the hand of the wicked: he covereth the faces of the judges thereof; if not, where,
and who
is he?
Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.
They are passed away as the swift ships: as the eagle
that
hasteth to the prey.
If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and comfort
myself:
I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that thou wilt not hold me innocent.
If I be wicked, why then labour I in vain?
If I wash myself with snow water, and make my hands never so clean;
Yet shalt thou plunge me in the ditch, and mine own clothes shall abhor me.
For
he is not a man, as I
am, that I should answer him,
and we should come together in judgment.
Neither is there any daysman betwixt us,
that might lay his hand upon us both.
Let him take his rod away from me, and let not his fear terrify me:
Then would I speak, and not fear him; but
it is
not so with me.