Catholic Public Domain Version
"I despair; by no means will I live any longer. Spare me, for my days are nothing. "
— Job 7:16, Catholic Public Domain Version
“I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.”
“I loathe my life; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity. ”
“I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.”
“I loathe it; I do not want to live forever; leave me alone, for my days are a vapor!”
“I have done with hope, I shall now live no longer: spare me, for my days are nothing.”
“I have no desire for life, I would not be living for ever! Keep away from me, for my days are as a breath.”
“I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.”
If I say, “My bed will comfort me, and I will find rest, speaking with myself on my blanket,”
then you will frighten me with dreams, and strike dread through visions,
so that, because of these things, my soul would choose hanging, and my bones, death.
I despair; by no means will I live any longer. Spare me, for my days are nothing.
What is man, that you should praise him? Or why do you place your heart near him?
You visit him at dawn, and you test him unexpectedly.
How long will you not spare me, nor release me to ingest my saliva?