Job 7

The life of man upon earth is a warfare, and his days are like the days of a hireling.

Militia est vita hominis super terram, et sicut dies mercenarii dies ejus.

πότερον οὐχὶ πειρατήριόν ἐστιν ὁ βίος ἀνθρώπου ἐπὶ τῆς γῆς καὶ ὥσπερ μισθίου αὐθημερινοῦ ἡ ζωὴ αὐτοῦ

As a servant longeth for the shade, as the hireling looketh for the end of his work;

Sicut servus desiderat umbram, et sicut mercenarius præstolatur finem operis sui,

ἢ ὥσπερ θεράπων δεδοικὼς τὸν κύριον αὐτοῦ καὶ τετευχὼς σκιᾶς ἢ ὥσπερ μισθωτὸς ἀναμένων τὸν μισθὸν αὐτοῦ

So I also have had empty months, and have numbered to myself wearisome nights.

sic et ego habui menses vacuos, et noctes laboriosas enumeravi mihi.

οὕτως κἀγὼ ὑπέμεινα μῆνας κενούς νύκτες δὲ ὀδυνῶν δεδομέναι μοί εἰσιν

If I lie down to sleep, I shall say: When shall I rise? and again, I shall look for the evening, and shall be filled with sorrows even till darkness.

Si dormiero, dicam : Quando consurgam? et rursum expectabo vesperam, et replebor doloribus usque ad tenebras.

ἐὰν κοιμηθῶ λέγω πότε ἡμέρα ὡς δ' ἂν ἀναστῶ πάλιν πότε ἑσπέρα πλήρης δὲ γίνομαι ὀδυνῶν ἀπὸ ἑσπέρας ἕως πρωί

My flesh is clothed with rottenness and the filth of dust; my skin is withered and drawn together.

Induta est caro mea putredine, et sordibus pulveris cutis mea aruit et contracta est.

φύρεται δέ μου τὸ σῶμα ἐν σαπρίᾳ σκωλήκων τήκω δὲ βώλακας γῆς ἀπὸ ἰχῶρος ξύων

My days have passed more swiftly than the web is cut by the weaver, and are consumed without any hope.

Dies mei velocius transierunt quam a texente tela succiditur, et consumpti sunt absque ulla spe.

ὁ δὲ βίος μού ἐστιν ἐλαφρότερος λαλιᾶς ἀπόλωλεν δὲ ἐν κενῇ ἐλπίδι

Remember that my life is but wind, and my eye shall not return to see good things.

Memento quia ventus est vita mea, et non revertetur oculus meus ut videat bona.

μνήσθητι οὖν ὅτι πνεῦμά μου ἡ ζωὴ καὶ οὐκέτι ἐπανελεύσεται ὁ ὀφθαλμός μου ἰδεῖν ἀγαθόν

Nor shall the sight of man behold me: thy eyes are upon me, and I shall be no more.

Nec aspiciet me visus hominis; oculi tui in me, et non subsistam.

οὐ περιβλέψεταί με ὀφθαλμὸς ὁρῶντός με οἱ ὀφθαλμοί σου ἐν ἐμοί καὶ οὐκέτι εἰμὶ

As a cloud is consumed, and passeth away: so he that shall go down to hell shall not come up.

Sicut consumitur nubes, et pertransit, sic qui descenderit ad inferos, non ascendet.

ὥσπερ νέφος ἀποκαθαρθὲν ἀπ' οὐρανοῦ ἐὰν γὰρ ἄνθρωπος καταβῇ εἰς ᾅδην οὐκέτι μὴ ἀναβῇ

Nor shall he return any more into his house, neither shall his place know him any more.

Nec revertetur ultra in domum suam, neque cognoscet eum amplius locus ejus.

οὐδ' οὐ μὴ ἐπιστρέψῃ ἔτι εἰς τὸν ἴδιον οἶκον οὐδὲ μὴ ἐπιγνῷ αὐτὸν ἔτι ὁ τόπος αὐτοῦ

Wherefore, I will not spare my month, I will speak in the affliction of my spirit: I will talk with the bitterness of my soul.

Quapropter et ego non parcam ori meo : loquar in tribulatione spiritus mei; confabulabor cum amaritudine animæ meæ.

ἀτὰρ οὖν οὐδὲ ἐγὼ φείσομαι τῷ στόματί μου λαλήσω ἐν ἀνάγκῃ ὤν ἀνοίξω πικρίαν ψυχῆς μου συνεχόμενος

Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou hast inclosed me in a prison?

Numquid mare ego sum, aut cetus, quia circumdedisti me carcere?

πότερον θάλασσά εἰμι ἢ δράκων ὅτι κατέταξας ἐπ' ἐμὲ φυλακήν

If I say: My bed shall comfort me, and I shall be relieved, speaking with myself on my couch:

Si dixero : Consolabitur me lectulus meus, et relevabor loquens mecum in strato meo :

εἶπα ὅτι παρακαλέσει με ἡ κλίνη μου ἀνοίσω δὲ πρὸς ἐμαυτὸν ἰδίᾳ λόγον τῇ κοίτῃ μου

Thou wilt frighten me with dreams, and terrify me with visions.

terrebis me per somnia, et per visiones horrore concuties.

ἐκφοβεῖς με ἐνυπνίοις καὶ ἐν ὁράμασίν με καταπλήσσεις

So that my soul rather chooseth hanging, and my bones death.

Quam ob rem elegit suspendium anima mea, et mortem ossa mea.

ἀπαλλάξεις ἀπὸ πνεύματός μου τὴν ψυχήν μου ἀπὸ δὲ θανάτου τὰ ὀστᾶ μου

I have done with hope, I shall now live no longer: spare me, for my days are nothing.

Desperavi : nequaquam ultra jam vivam : parce mihi, nihil enim sunt dies mei.

οὐ γὰρ εἰς τὸν αἰῶνα ζήσομαι ἵνα μακροθυμήσω ἀπόστα ἀπ' ἐμοῦ κενὸς γάρ μου ὁ βίος

What is a man, that thou shouldst magnify him or why dost thou set thy heart upon him?

Quid est homo, quia magnificas eum? aut quid apponis erga eum cor tuum?

τί γάρ ἐστιν ἄνθρωπος ὅτι ἐμεγάλυνας αὐτὸν ἢ ὅτι προσέχεις τὸν νοῦν εἰς αὐτὸν

Thou visitest him early in the morning, and thou provest him suddenly.

Visitas eum diluculo, et subito probas illum.

ἢ ἐπισκοπὴν αὐτοῦ ποιήσῃ ἕως τὸ πρωὶ καὶ εἰς ἀνάπαυσιν αὐτὸν κρινεῖς

How long wilt thou not spare me, nor suffer me to swallow down my spittle?

Usquequo non parcis mihi, nec dimittis me ut glutiam salivam meam?

ἕως τίνος οὐκ ἐᾷς με οὐδὲ προΐῃ με ἕως ἂν καταπίω τὸν πτύελόν μου ἐν ὀδύνῃ

I have sinned: what shall I do to thee, O keeper of men? why hast thou set me opposite to thee and am I become burdensome to myself?

Peccavi; quid faciam tibi, o custos hominum? quare posuisti me contrarium tibi, et factus sum mihimetipsi gravis?

εἰ ἐγὼ ἥμαρτον τί δύναμαί σοι πρᾶξαι ὁ ἐπιστάμενος τὸν νοῦν τῶν ἀνθρώπων διὰ τί ἔθου με κατεντευκτήν σου εἰμὶ δὲ ἐπὶ σοὶ φορτίον

Why dost thou not remove my sin, and why dost thou not take away my iniquity? Behold now I shall sleep in the dust: and if thou seek me in the morning, I shall not be.

Cur non tollis peccatum meum, et quare non aufers iniquitatem meam? ecce nunc in pulvere dormiam, et si mane me quæsieris, non subsistam.

καὶ διὰ τί οὐκ ἐποιήσω τῆς ἀνομίας μου λήθην καὶ καθαρισμὸν τῆς ἁμαρτίας μου νυνὶ δὲ εἰς γῆν ἀπελεύσομαι ὀρθρίζων δὲ οὐκέτι εἰμί