The Holy Bible - The Book of Job, Chapter 7 (Latin)
1Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling?
2As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work:
3So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4When 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.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
8The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.
9As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.
10He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
11Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
13When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaints;
14Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:
15So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
16I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
17What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?
18And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, and try him every moment?
19How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
20I 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?
21And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.
1militia est vita hominis super terram et sicut dies mercennarii dies eius
2sicut servus desiderat umbram et sicut mercennarius praestolatur finem operis sui
3sic et ego habui menses vacuos et noctes laboriosas enumeravi mihi
4si dormiero dico quando consurgam et rursum expectabo vesperam et replebor doloribus usque ad tenebras
5induta est caro mea putredine et sordibus pulveris cutis mea aruit et contracta est
6dies mei velocius transierunt quam a texente tela succiditur et consumpti sunt absque ulla spe
7memento quia ventus est vita mea et non revertetur oculus meus ut videat bona
8nec aspiciet me visus hominis oculi tui in me et non subsistam
9sicut consumitur nubes et pertransit sic qui descenderit ad inferos non ascendet
10nec revertetur ultra in domum suam neque cognoscet eum amplius locus eius
11quapropter et ego non parcam ori meo loquar in tribulatione spiritus mei confabulabor cum amaritudine animae meae
12numquid mare sum ego aut cetus quia circumdedisti me carcere
13si dixero consolabitur me lectulus meus et relevabor loquens mecum in strato meo
14terrebis me per somnia et per visiones horrore concuties
15quam ob rem elegit suspendium anima mea et mortem ossa mea
16desperavi nequaquam ultra iam vivam parce mihi nihil enim sunt dies mei
17quid est homo quia magnificas eum aut quia ponis erga eum cor tuum
18visitas eum diluculo et subito probas illum
19usquequo non parces mihi nec dimittis me ut gluttiam salivam meam
20peccavi quid faciam tibi o custos hominum quare posuisti me contrarium tibi et factus sum mihimet ipsi gravis
21cur non tolles peccatum meum et quare non auferes iniquitatem meam ecce nunc in pulvere dormiam et si mane me quaesieris non subsistam