A sick and sleepless man asks why God bothers to notice him, watch him, and test him every morning, across all 21 verses of this raw complaint.
Full sung version coming soon.
Lyrics
Isn’t a man forced to labour on earth? Aren’t his days like the days of a hireling?
As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow And as a hireling who looks for his wages So am I made to possess months of misery And wearisome nights are appointed to me
When I lie down I say, when shall I arise? And the night is long And I am full of tossing to and fro until the dawning of the day My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust
My skin is broken and become loathsome My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle And are spent without hope Remember that my life is a wind
My days are swifter My days are swifter Swifter than a weaver’s shuttle And are spent without hope
My eye will not see good again The eye of him who sees me shall see me no more Your eyes are on me and I am gone As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away
So he who goes down to Sheol shall come up no more He shall return no more to his house Neither shall his place know him any more Therefore I will not refrain my mouth
My days are swifter My days are swifter I am in anguish My soul chooses strangling
I loathe my life I wouldn’t live forever Let me alone For my days are but a breath
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Job 7 sung by Psalm Selah. The whole Bible, one chapter at a time.