Библия - Иов, глава 7 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Is not a man's time appointed upon the earth, and his days like the days of a hired hand?

As a slave thirsts for shade, and as a hired hand waits for the end of his work,

so have I received the months of vanity as my portion, and the nights of woe have been assigned to me.

When I lie down, I say, When shall I rise? But the evening lasts, and I toss and turn until the break of day.

My body is clothed with worms and dusty scabs; my skin breaks and festers.

My days run faster than a shuttle, and end without hope.

Remember that my life is a breath, that mine eye shall not return to see good.

The eye of him that seeth me shall not see me; thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.

The cloud thinneth and goeth away: so he that goeth down into hell shall not come up again,

he shall no more return to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.

So will I not hold my lips; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

Am I the sea or a sea monster, that You set a watch over me?

When I think, "Will my bed comfort me, will my couch take away my sorrow?"

You frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions;

And my soul would rather have no breath, rather have death, than have my bones preserved.

I am weary of life. I shall not live forever. Depart from me, for my days are vanity.

What is man, that You should value him so much, and pay attention to him,

Visit him every morning, test him every moment?

How long will You not leave me, how long will You not go away from me, how long will You not let me swallow my spittle?

If I have sinned, what shall I do to You, O watchman of men? Why have You made me Your adversary, so that I have become a burden to myself?

And why do you not forgive me my sin, and take away my iniquity? For, behold, I lie down in the dust; tomorrow you will seek me, and I will not be there.