Catholic Public Domain Version
"so also have I had empty months and have counted my burdensome nights. "
— Job 7:3, Catholic Public Domain 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, 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.”
The life of a man on the earth is a battle, and his days are like the days of a hired hand.
Just as a servant desires the shade, and just as the hired hand looks forward to the end of his work,
so also have I had empty months and have counted my burdensome nights.
If I lie down to sleep, I will say, “When will I rise?” And next I will hope for the evening and will be filled with sorrows even until darkness.
My flesh is clothed with particles of rottenness and filth; my skin is dried up and tightened.
My days have passed by more quickly than threads are cut by a weaver, and they have been consumed without any hope.