American Standard Version
"So am I made to possess months of misery, And wearisome nights are appointed to me. "
— Job 7:3, American Standard Version
“So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.”
“so am I made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.”
“thus I have been made to inherit months of futility, and nights of sorrow have been appointed to me.”
“So I also have had empty months, and have numbered to myself wearisome nights.”
“So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of weariness are given to me.”
“So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.”
Is there not a warfare to man upon earth? And are not his days like the days of a hireling?
As a servant that earnestly desireth the shadow, And as a hireling that looketh for his wages:
So am I made to possess months of misery, 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 closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope.