Job 7: My Days Are a Breath
Job turns from his friends to God himself, lamenting the brevity and misery of life and asking why God watches him so closely.
Job 7 (WEB)
1 “Isn’t a man forced to labor on earth? Aren’t his days like the days of a hired hand?
2 As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow, as a hireling who looks for his wages,
3 so am I made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4 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.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7 Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye shall no more see good.
8 The eye of him who sees me shall see me no more. Your eyes shall be on me, but I shall not be.
9 As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so he who goes down to Sheol shall come up no more.
10 He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
11 “Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12 Am I a sea, or a sea monster, that you put a guard over me?
13 When I say, ‘My bed shall comfort me. My couch shall ease my complaint;’
14 then you scare me with dreams, and terrify me through visions:
15 so that my soul chooses strangling, death rather than my bones.
16 I loathe my life. I don’t want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
17 What is man, that you should magnify him, that you should set your mind on him,
18 that you should visit him every morning, and test him every moment?
19 How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?
20 If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? Why have you set me as a mark for you, so that I am a burden to myself?
21 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.”
Job 7 (KJV)
1 Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling?
2 As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work:
3 So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4 When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7 O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
8 The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.
9 As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.
10 He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
11 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12 Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:
15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
16 I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
17 What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?
18 And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, and try him every moment?
19 How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
20 I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?
21 And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.
Job 7 (ASV)
1 Is there not a warfare to man upon earth? And are not his days like the days of a hireling?
2 As a servant that earnestly desireth the shadow, And as a hireling that looketh for his wages:
3 So am I made to possess months of misery, And wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4 When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope.
7 Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good.
8 The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more; Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be.
9 As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away, So he that goeth down to Sheol shall come up no more.
10 He shall return no more to his house, Neither shall his place know him any more.
11 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12 Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, That thou settest a watch over me?
13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint;
14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, And terrifiest me through visions:
15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, And death rather than these my bones.
16 I loathe my life; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.
17 What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him, And that thou shouldest set thy mind upon him,
18 And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, And try him every moment?
19 How long wilt thou not look away from me, Nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
20 If I have sinned, what do I unto thee, O thou watcher of men? Why hast thou set me as a mark for thee, So that I am a burden to myself?
21 And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust; And thou wilt seek me diligently, but I shall not be.
Summary
Job's lament now turns from his friends toward God himself. He compares human life to forced labor, to a hired hand longing for the shadow of evening and his wages, while Job has been given only months of misery and sleepless, restless nights. His flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust, his skin breaking out afresh; his days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle and spent without hope. He begs God to remember that his life is a breath, that his eye will see good no more, that like a cloud dissolving he will go down to the grave and not return. Then, in anguish too great to keep silent, he speaks directly to God, asking whether he is the sea or a sea monster that God must set a guard over him, why even his bed brings no comfort but only terrifying dreams. He cries out the haunting question of why God so magnifies fragile man, visiting and testing him every morning, never looking away long enough for Job even to swallow. If he has sinned, what harm could it do to God, the watcher of men? Why not simply pardon him before he lies down in the dust where God will seek him and not find him? It is a startling, intimate prayer that wrestles directly with the God who seems to be against him.
Voices
- Job (speaking) — The sufferer who laments the brevity and toil of life and turns to address God directly, pleading to be left alone and asking why God watches him so closely.
- God (addressed) — The God Job now speaks to directly, whom he experiences as a relentless watcher of men, and from whom he begs both relief and pardon.
Key Verse
Job 7:6 (WEB)
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
Lessons Learned
- It is faith, not unbelief, that takes its complaint directly to God.
- The brevity and frailty of life can sharpen both our anguish and our honesty before God.
- God is big enough to receive even our most pointed questions about his dealings with us.
- In our darkest moments we may misread God's attention as hostility, yet still keep speaking to him.
- Life is short and toilsome. “My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope” (Job 7:6, WEB); the fleeting frailty of life intensifies Job's lament.
- Lament addresses God directly. Job turns from arguing with friends to crying out to God himself (Job 7:11, WEB), refusing to keep silent in the anguish of his spirit.
- Suffering can feel like surveillance. “What is man, that you should… test him every moment?” (Job 7:17-18, WEB). Job experiences God's nearness as an unbearable scrutiny.
- The hurting cry out for mercy. “Why do you not pardon my disobedience?” (Job 7:21, WEB). Even amid protest, Job appeals to the God he hopes will show grace.
- How does Job describe the nature of human life in the first half of the chapter?
- What shifts when Job stops addressing his friends and begins speaking directly to God (7:11)?
- Job echoes the language of Psalm 8 but turns it into a complaint (7:17-18). Why does God's attention feel oppressive to him here?
- What does it tell us that Job brings his bitterest thoughts straight to God rather than away from him?
- When you suffer, do you tend to talk to God, about God, or avoid him? What would taking your complaint to him directly look like?
- Job paints life as forced labor and a hireling's weary waiting (7:1-2), filled with months of misery and sleepless nights, his body decaying, his days flying past like a weaver's shuttle without hope (7:3-6). The portrait magnifies both the fragility of life and the depth of his despair.
- Up to now Job has answered Eliphaz; in verse 11 he declares he will not keep silent and turns to speak in the bitterness of his soul to God himself. The lament becomes prayer. Help the group see this turn toward God, not away from him, as a mark of persistent faith.
- Psalm 8 marvels that God is mindful of man; Job twists it, asking why God magnifies man only to test him every moment and never look away (7:17-19). In his pain, divine attention feels like relentless surveillance rather than tender care, showing how suffering can distort our sense of God's heart.
- Job's most raw and even accusatory words are spoken to God, not behind his back (7:11-21). This is the instinct of faith, which clings to God even while struggling with him. Encourage the group that wrestling honestly with God in prayer is healthier than polite distance.
- This is a personal-application question. Invite members to reflect on their habits in suffering and to consider bringing their unfiltered thoughts to God in prayer. As leader, affirm that God welcomes honest lament and is not threatened by our hardest questions.