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Job 7:16

Young's Literal Translation 1862

I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity.

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And Rebekah saith unto Isaac, `I have been disgusted with my life because of the presence of the daughters of Heth; if Jacob take a wife of the daughters of Heth, like these -- from the daughters of the land -- why do I live?'

and he himself hath gone into the wilderness a day's Journey, and cometh and sitteth under a certain retem-tree, and desireth his soul to die, and saith, `Enough, now, O Jehovah, take my soul, for I `am' not better than my fathers.'

My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.

Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,

Look away from off him that he may cease, Till he enjoy as an hireling his day.

That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!

And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones.

Remember Thou that my life `is' a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.

Perfect I am! -- I know not my soul, I despise my life.

Man to vanity hath been like, His days `are' as a shadow passing by.

Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.

Look from me, and I brighten up before I go and am not!

Only, in an image doth each walk habitually, Only, `in' vain, they are disquieted, He heapeth up and knoweth not who gathereth them.

Only -- vanity `are' the low, a lie the high. In balances to go up they than vanity `are' lighter.

And He consumeth in vanity their days, And their years in trouble.

And He remembereth that they `are' flesh, A wind going on -- and it returneth not.

And I have hated life, for sad to me `is' the work that hath been done under the sun, for the whole `is' vanity and vexation of spirit.

And chosen is death rather than life By all the remnant who are left of this evil family, In all the remaining places, whither I have driven them, An affirmation of Jehovah of Hosts.

And now, O Jehovah, take, I pray Thee, my soul from me, for better `is' my death than my life.'

And it cometh to pass, about the rising of the sun, that God appointeth a cutting east wind, and the sun smiteth on the head of Jonah, and he wrappeth himself up, and asketh his soul to die, and saith, `Better `is' my death than my life.'




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