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Is there not a warfare to man on earth? And as the days of an hireling his days?
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?
As a servant desireth the shadow, And as a hireling expecteth his wage,
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 I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And nights of misery they numbered to me.
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 lay down then I said, 'When do I rise!' And evening hath been measured, And I have been full of tossings till dawn.
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.
Clothed hath been my flesh with worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
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 swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without 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 Thou that my life is a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.
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.
The eye of my beholder beholdeth me not. Thine eyes are upon me — and I am not.
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.
Consumed hath been a cloud, and it goeth, So he who is going down to Sheol cometh not up.
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 turneth not again to his house, Nor doth his place discern him again.
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.
Also I — I withhold not my mouth — I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in 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.
A sea -monster am I, or a dragon, That thou settest over me a guard?
¿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?
When I said, 'My bed doth comfort me,' He taketh away in my talking my couch.
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,’
And thou hast affrighted me with dreams, And from visions thou terrifiest me,
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,
And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones.
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 have wasted away — not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days are vanity.
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 Thou dost magnify him? And that Thou settest unto him Thy heart?
¿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,
And inspectest him in the mornings, In the evenings dost try him?
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 dost Thou not look from me? Thou dost not desist till I swallow my spittle.
¿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 do I to Thee, O watcher of man? Why hast Thou set me for a mark to Thee, And I am for a burden to myself — and what?
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?
Thou dost not take away my transgression, And cause to pass away mine iniquity, Because now, for dust I lie down: And Thou hast sought me — and I am not!
¿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.”