3 so I have been allotted months of futility, and nights of misery have been assigned to me.

Other Translations of Job 7:3

King James Version

3 So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.

English Standard Version

3 so I am allotted months of emptiness, and nights of misery are apportioned to me.

The Message

3 I'm given a life that meanders and goes nowhere - months of aimlessness, nights of misery!

New King James Version

3 So I have been allotted months of futility, And wearisome nights have been appointed to me.

New Living Translation

3 I, too, have been assigned months of futility, long and weary nights of misery.

Matthew Henry's Commentary on Job 7:3

Commentary on Job 7:1-6

(Read Job 7:1-6)

Job here excuses what he could not justify, his desire of death. Observe man's present place: he is upon earth. He is yet on earth, not in hell. Is there not a time appointed for his abode here? yes, certainly, and the appointment is made by Him who made us and sent us here. During that, man's life is a warfare, and as day-labourers, who have the work of the day to do in its day, and must make up their account at night. Job had as much reason, he thought, to wish for death, as a poor servant that is tired with his work, has to wish for the shadows of the evening, when he shall go to rest. The sleep of the labouring man is sweet; nor can any rich man take so much satisfaction in his wealth, as the hireling in his day's wages. The comparison is plain; hear his complaint: His days were useless, and had long been so; but when we are not able to work for God, if we sit still quietly for him, we shall be accepted. His nights were restless. Whatever is grievous, it is good to see it appointed for us, and as designed for some holy end. When we have comfortable nights, we must see them also appointed to us, and be thankful for them. His body was noisome. See what vile bodies we have. His life was hastening apace. While we are living, every day, like the shuttle, leaves a thread behind: many weave the spider's web, which will fail, 14. But if, while we live, we live unto the Lord, in works of faith and labours of love, we shall have the benefit, for every man shall reap as he sowed, and wear as he wove.