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The life of a man on the earth is a battle, and his days are like the days of a hired hand.
CIERTAMENTE tiempo limitado tiene el hombre sobre la tierra, y sus días son como los días del jornalero.
Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling?
“Isn’t a man forced to labor on earth? Aren’t his days like the days of a hired hand?
Just as a servant desires the shade, and just as the hired hand looks forward to the end of his work,
Como el siervo anhela la sombra, y como el jornalero espera el reposo de su trabajo:
As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work:
As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow, as a hireling who looks for his wages,
so also have I had empty months and have counted my burdensome nights.
Así poseo yo meses de vanidad, y noches de trabajo me dieron por cuenta.
So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
so I am made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.
If I lie down to sleep, I will say, “When will I rise?” And next I will hope for the evening and will be filled with sorrows even until darkness.
Cuando estoy acostado, digo: ¿Cuándo me levantaré? Y mide mi corazón la noche, y estoy harto de devaneos hasta el alba.
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.
When I lie down, I say, ‘When will I arise, and the night be gone?’ I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.
My flesh is clothed with particles of rottenness and filth; my skin is dried up and tightened.
Mi carne está vestida de gusanos, y de costras de polvo; mi piel hendida y abominable.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
My days have passed by more quickly than threads are cut by a weaver, and they have been consumed without any hope.
Y mis días fueron más ligeros que la lanzadera del tejedor, y fenecieron sin esperanza.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
Remember that my life is wind, and my eye will not return to see good things.
Acuérdate que mi vida es viento, y que mis ojos no volverán á ver el bien.
O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye will no more see good.
Neither will the sight of man gaze upon me; your eyes are upon me, and I will not endure.
Los ojos de los que me ven, no me verán más: tus ojos sobre mí, y dejaré de ser.
The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.
The eye of him who sees me will see me no more. Your eyes will be on me, but I will not be.
Just as a cloud is consumed and passes away, so he who descends to hell will not ascend.
La nube se consume, y se va: así el que desciende al sepulcro no subirá;
As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.
As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so he who goes down to Sheol will come up no more.
He will not return again to his house, nor will his own place know him any longer.
No tornará más á su casa, ni su lugar le conocerá más.
He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
He will return no more to his house, neither will his place know him any more.
And because of this, I will not restrain my mouth. I will speak in the affliction of my spirit. I will converse from the bitterness of my soul.
Por tanto yo no reprimiré mi boca; hablaré en la angustia de mi espíritu, y quejaréme con la amargura de mi alma.
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.
“Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
Am I an ocean or a whale, that you have encircled me in a prison?
¿Soy yo la mar, ó ballena, que me pongas guarda?
Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
Am I a sea, or a sea monster, that you put a guard over me?
If I say, “My bed will comfort me, and I will find rest, speaking with myself on my blanket,”
Cuando digo: Mi cama me consolará, mi cama atenuará mis quejas;
When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me. My couch will ease my complaint,’
then you will frighten me with dreams, and strike dread through visions,
Entonces me quebrantarás con sueños, y me turbarás con visiones.
Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:
then you scare me with dreams and terrify me through visions,
so that, because of these things, my soul would choose hanging, and my bones, death.
Y así mi alma tuvo por mejor el ahogamiento, y quiso la muerte más que mis huesos.
So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
so that my soul chooses strangling, death rather than my bones.
I despair; by no means will I live any longer. Spare me, for my days are nothing.
Aburríme: no he de vivir yo para siempre; déjame, pues que mis días son vanidad.
I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
I loathe my life. I don’t want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
What is man, that you should praise him? Or why do you place your heart near him?
¿Qué es el hombre, para que lo engrandezcas, y que pongas sobre él tu corazón,
What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?
What is man, that you should magnify him, that you should set your mind on him,
You visit him at dawn, and you test him unexpectedly.
Y lo visites todas las mañanas, y todos los momentos lo pruebes?
And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, and try him every moment?
that you should visit him every morning, and test him every moment?
How long will you not spare me, nor release me to ingest my saliva?
¿Hasta cuándo no me dejarás, ni me soltarás hasta que trague mi saliva?
How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?
I have sinned; what should I do for you, O keeper of men? Why have you set me against you, so that I have become burdensome even to myself?
Pequé, ¿qué te haré, oh Guarda de los hombres? ¿por qué me has puesto contrario á ti, y que á mí mismo sea pesado?
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?
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?
Why do you not steal away my sin, and why do you not sweep away my iniquity? Behold, now I will sleep in the dust, and if you seek me in the morning, I will not remain.
¿Y por qué no quitas mi rebelión, y perdonas mi iniquidad? porque ahora dormiré en el polvo, y si me buscares de mañana, ya no seré.
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.
Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now will I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I will not be.”