New Living Translation (NLT)
Job 7
3 I, too, have been assigned months of futility, long and weary nights of misery.
4 Lying in bed, I think, ‘When will it be morning?’ But the night drags on, and I toss till dawn.
5 My body is covered with maggots and scabs. My skin breaks open, oozing with pus.
6 “My days fly faster than a weaver’s shuttle. They end without hope.
7 O God, remember that my life is but a breath, and I will never again feel happiness.
8 You see me now, but not for long. You will look for me, but I will be gone.
9 Just as a cloud dissipates and vanishes, those who die will not come back.
10 They are gone forever from their home— never to be seen again.
11 “I cannot keep from speaking. I must express my anguish. My bitter soul must complain.
12 Am I a sea monster or a dragon that you must place me under guard?
13 I think, ‘My bed will comfort me, and sleep will ease my misery,’
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