7:1 Is there not a warfare to man upon earth? And are not his days like the days of a hireling?
7:2 As a servant that earnestly desireth the shadow, And as a hireling that looketh for his wages:
7:3 So am I made to possess months of misery, And wearisome nights are appointed to me.
7:4 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.
7:5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
7:6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope.
7:7 Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good.
7:8 The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more; Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be.
7:9 As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away, So he that goeth down to Sheol shall come up no more.
7:10 He shall return no more to his house, Neither shall his place know him any more.
7:11 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.
7:12 Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, That thou settest a watch over me?
7:13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint;
7:14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, And terrifiest me through visions:
7:15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, And death rather than these my bones.
7:16 I loathe my life; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.
7:17 What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him, And that thou shouldest set thy mind upon him,
7:18 And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, And try him every moment?
7:19 How long wilt thou not look away from me, Nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
7:20 If 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?
7:21 And 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.
8:1 Then answered Bildad the Shuhite, and said,
8:2 How long wilt thou speak these things? And how long shall the words of thy mouth be like a mighty wind?
8:3 Doth God pervert justice? Or doth the Almighty pervert righteousness?
8:4 If thy children have sinned against him, And he hath delivered them into the hand of their transgression;
8:5 If thou wouldest seek diligently unto God, And make thy supplication to the Almighty;
8:6 If thou wert pure and upright: Surely now he would awake for thee, And make the habitation of thy righteousness prosperous.
8:7 And though thy beginning was small, Yet thy latter end would greatly increase.
8:8 For inquire, I pray thee, of the former age, And apply thyself to that which their fathers have searched out
8:9 (For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, Because our days upon earth are a shadow);
8:10 Shall not they teach thee, and tell thee, And utter words out of their heart?
8:11 Can the rush grow up without mire? Can the flag grow without water?
8:12 Whilst it is yet in its greenness, and not cut down, It withereth before any other herb.
8:13 So are the paths of all that forget God; And the hope of the godless man shall perish:
8:14 Whose confidence shall break in sunder, And whose trust is a spider’s web.
8:15 He shall lean upon his house, but it shall not stand: He shall hold fast thereby, but it shall not endure.
8:16 He is green before the sun, And his shoots go forth over his garden.
8:17 His roots are wrapped about the stone-heap, He beholdeth the place of stones.
8:18 If he be destroyed from his place, Then it shall deny him, saying, I have not seen thee.
8:19 Behold, this is the joy of his way; And out of the earth shall others spring.
8:20 Behold, God will not cast away a perfect man, Neither will he uphold the evil-doers.
8:21 He will yet fill thy mouth with laughter, And thy lips with shouting.
8:22 They that hate thee shall be clothed with shame; And the tent of the wicked shall be no more.