Job 7

Is there not an appointed time to man vpon earth? are not his dayes also like the dayes of an hireling?

GenevaIs there not an appointed time to man vpon earth? and are not his dayes as the dayes of an hyreling?

הֲ/לֹא צָבָ֣א לֶ/אֱנ֣וֹשׁ על אָ֑רֶץ וְ/כִ/ימֵ֖י שָׂכִ֣יר יָמָֽי/ו

As a seruant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his worke:

GenevaAs a seruant longeth for the shadowe, and as an hyreling looketh for the ende of his worke,

כְּ/עֶ֥בֶד יִשְׁאַף צֵ֑ל וּ֝/כְ/שָׂכִ֗יר יְקַוֶּ֥ה פָעֳלֽ/וֹ

So am I made to possesse moneths of vanitie, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.

GenevaSo haue I had as an inheritance the moneths of vanitie, and painefull nights haue bene appointed vnto me.

כֵּ֤ן הָנְחַ֣לְתִּי לִ֭/י יַרְחֵי שָׁ֑וְא וְ/לֵיל֥וֹת עָ֝מָ֗ל מִנּוּ לִֽ/י

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

GenevaIf I layed me downe, I sayde, When shall I arise? and measuring the euening I am euen full with tossing to and from vnto the dawning of the day.

אִם שָׁכַ֗בְתִּי וְ/אָמַ֗רְתִּי מָתַ֣י אָ֭קוּם וּ/מִדַּד עָ֑רֶב וְ/שָׂבַ֖עְתִּי נְדֻדִ֣ים עֲדֵי נָֽשֶׁף

My flesh is cloathed with wormes and clods of dust, my skinne is broken, and become loathsome.

GenevaMy flesh is clothed with wormes and filthinesse of the dust: my skinne is rent, and become horrible.

לָ֘בַ֤שׁ בְּשָׂרִ֣/י רִ֭מָּה ו/גיש עָפָ֑ר עוֹרִ֥/י רָ֝גַ֗ע וַ/יִּמָּאֵֽס

My dayes are swifter then a weauers shuttle, and are spent without hope.

GenevaMy dayes are swifter then a weauers shittle, and they are spent without hope.

יָמַ֣/י קַ֭לּוּ מִנִּי אָ֑רֶג וַ֝/יִּכְל֗וּ בְּ/אֶ֣פֶס תִּקְוָֽה

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

GenevaRemember that my life is but a wind, and that mine eye shall not returne to see pleasure.

זְ֭כֹר כִּי ר֣וּחַ חַיָּ֑/י לֹא תָשׁ֥וּב עֵ֝ינִ֗/י לִ/רְא֥וֹת טֽוֹב

The eye of him that hath seene me, shall see mee no more: thine eyes are vpon me, and I am not.

GenevaThe eye that hath seene me, shall see me no more: thine eyes are vpon me, and I shall be no longer.

לֹֽא תְ֭שׁוּרֵ/נִי עֵ֣ין רֹ֑אִי עֵינֶ֖י/ךָ בִּ֣/י וְ/אֵינֶֽ/נִּי

As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth downe to the graue, shall come vp no more.

GenevaAs the cloude vanisheth and goeth away, so he that goeth downe to the graue, shall come vp no more.

כָּלָ֣ה עָ֭נָן וַ/יֵּלַ֑ךְ כֵּ֥ן יוֹרֵ֥ד שְׁ֝א֗וֹל לֹ֣א יַעֲלֶֽה

Hee shall returne no more to his house: neither shall his place know him any more.

GenevaHe shall returne no more to his house, neither shall his place knowe him any more.

לֹא יָשׁ֣וּב ע֣וֹד לְ/בֵית֑/וֹ וְ/לֹא יַכִּירֶ֖/נּוּ ע֣וֹד מְקֹמֽ/וֹ

Therefore I will not refraine my mouth, I wil speake in the anguish of my spirit, I will complaine in the bitternesse of my soule.

GenevaTherefore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my minde.

גַּם אֲנִי֮ לֹ֤א אֶחֱשָׂ֫ךְ פִּ֥/י אֲֽ֭דַבְּרָה בְּ/צַ֣ר רוּחִ֑/י אָ֝שִׂ֗יחָה בְּ/מַ֣ר נַפְשִֽׁ/י

Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch ouer me?

GenevaAm I a sea or a whalefish, that thou keepest me in warde?

הֲֽ/יָם אָ֭נִי אִם תַּנִּ֑ין כִּֽי תָשִׂ֖ים עָלַ֣/י מִשְׁמָֽר

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

GenevaWhen I say, My couch shall relieue me, and my bed shall bring comfort in my meditation,

כִּֽי אָ֭מַרְתִּי תְּנַחֲמֵ֣/נִי עַרְשִׂ֑/י יִשָּׂ֥א בְ֝/שִׂיחִ֗/י מִשְׁכָּבִֽ/י

Then thou skarest mee with dreames, and terrifiest me through visions.

GenevaThen fearest thou me with dreames, and astonishest me with visions.

וְ/חִתַּתַּ֥/נִי בַ/חֲלֹמ֑וֹת וּֽ/מֵ/חֶזְיֹנ֥וֹת תְּבַעֲתַֽ/נִּי

So that my soule chooseth strangling: and death rather then my life.

GenevaTherefore my soule chuseth rather to be strangled and to die, then to be in my bones.

וַ/תִּבְחַ֣ר מַחֲנָ֣ק נַפְשִׁ֑/י מָ֝֗וֶת מֵֽ/עַצְמוֹתָֽ/י

I loath it, I would not liue alway: let me alone, for my dayes are vanitie.

GenevaI abhorre it, I shall not liue alway: spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.

מָ֭אַסְתִּי לֹא לְ/עֹלָ֣ם אֶֽחְיֶ֑ה חֲדַ֥ל מִ֝מֶּ֗/נִּי כִּי הֶ֥בֶל יָמָֽ/י

What is man, that thou shouldest magnifie him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart vpon him?

GenevaWhat is man, that thou doest magnifie him, and that thou settest thine heart vpon him?

מָֽה אֱ֭נוֹשׁ כִּ֣י תְגַדְּלֶ֑/נּוּ וְ/כִי תָשִׁ֖ית אֵלָ֣י/ו לִבֶּֽ/ךָ

And that thou shouldest visite him euery morning, and trie him euery moment?

GenevaAnd doest visite him euery morning, and tryest him euery moment?

וַ/תִּפְקְדֶ֥/נּוּ לִ/בְקָרִ֑ים לִ֝/רְגָעִ֗ים תִּבְחָנֶֽ/נּוּ

How long wilt thou not depart from me? nor let me alone till I swallow downe my spittle?

GenevaHowe long will it be yer thou depart from me? thou wilt not let me alone whiles I may swallowe my spettle.

כַּ֭/מָּה לֹא תִשְׁעֶ֣ה מִמֶּ֑/נִּי לֹֽא תַ֝רְפֵּ֗/נִי עַד בִּלְעִ֥/י רֻקִּֽ/י

I haue sinned, what shall I doe vnto thee, O thou preseruer of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to my selfe?

GenevaI haue sinned, what shall I do vnto thee? O thou preseruer of me, why hast thou set me as a marke against thee, so that I am a burden vnto my selfe?

חָטָ֡אתִי מָ֤ה אֶפְעַ֨ל לָ/ךְ֮ נֹצֵ֪ר הָ/אָ֫דָ֥ם לָ֤/מָה שַׂמְתַּ֣/נִי לְ/מִפְגָּ֣ע לָ֑/ךְ וָ/אֶהְיֶ֖ה עָלַ֣/י לְ/מַשָּֽׂא

And why doest thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquitie? for now shall I sleepe in the dust, and thou shalt seeke me in the morning, but I shall not be.

GenevaAnd why doest thou not pardon my trespasse? and take away mine iniquitie? for nowe shall I sleepe in the dust, and if thou seekest me in the morning, I shall not be found.

וּ/מֶ֤ה לֹא תִשָּׂ֣א פִשְׁעִ/י֮ וְ/תַעֲבִ֪יר אֶת עֲוֺ֫נִ֥/י כִּֽי עַ֭תָּה לֶ/עָפָ֣ר אֶשְׁכָּ֑ב וְ/שִׁ֖חֲרְתַּ֣/נִי וְ/אֵינֶֽ/נִּי