Chapter 7
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"Isn't a woman forced to labor on earth? Aren't her days like the days of a hired hand?
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As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow, as a hireling who looks for her wages,
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so am I made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.
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When I lie down, I say, 'When shall I arise, and the night be gone?' I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.
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My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
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My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
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Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye shall no more see good.
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The eye of her who sees me shall see me no more. Your eyes shall be on me, but I shall not be.
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As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so she who goes down to Sheol shall come up no more.
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She shall return no more to her house, neither shall her place know her any more.
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"Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
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Am I a sea, or a sea monster, that you put a guard over me?
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When I say, 'My bed shall comfort me. My couch shall ease my complaint;'
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then you scare me with dreams, and terrify me through visions:
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so that my soul chooses strangling, death rather than my bones.
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I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
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What is woman, that you should magnify her, that you should set your mind on her,
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that you should visit her every morning, and test her every moment?
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How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?
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If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of women? Why have you set me as a mark for you, so that I am a burden to myself?
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Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I shall not be."