WEB World English Bible (Classic, with Deuterocanon) 1 “Isn't life for human beings like serving a sentence of hard labor? Don't their days pass like those of a hired laborer? 1 CIERTAMENTE tiempo [limitado] tiene el hombre sobre la tierra, y sus días son como los días del jornalero.
1 “Isn’t a man forced to labor on earth? Aren’t his days like the days of a hired hand?
2 Like some slave longing for a bit of shade, like a hired hand anxiously waiting for pay day, 2 Como el siervo anhela la sombra, y como el jornalero espera [el reposo] de su trabajo:
2 As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow, as a hireling who looks for his wages,
3 I've been given months of emptiness and nights of misery. 3 Así poseo yo meses de vanidad, y noches de trabajo me dieron por cuenta.
3 so I am made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4 When I go to bed I ask, ‘When shall I get up?’ But the night goes on and on, and I toss and turn until dawn. 4 Cuando estoy acostado, digo: ¿Cuándo me levantaré? Y mide [mi corazón] la noche, y estoy harto de devaneos hasta el alba.
4 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.
5 My body is covered with maggots and caked in dirt; my skin is cracked, with oozing sores. 5 Mi carne está vestida de gusanos, y de costras de polvo; mi piel hendida y abominable.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
6 My days pass quicker than a weaver's shuttle and they come to an end without hope. 6 Y mis días fueron más ligeros que la lanzadera del tejedor, y fenecieron sin esperanza.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7 Remember that my life is just a breath; I will not see happiness again. 7 Acuérdate que mi vida es viento, y que mis ojos no volverán á ver el bien.
7 Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye will no more see good.
8 Those watching me won't see me anymore; your eyes will be looking for me, but I will be gone. 8 Los ojos de los que me ven, no me verán más: tus ojos sobre mí, y dejaré de ser.
8 The eye of him who sees me will see me no more. Your eyes will be on me, but I will not be.
9 When a cloud disappears, it's gone, just as anyone who goes down to Sheol does not come back up. 9 La nube se consume, y se va: así el que desciende al sepulcro no subirá;
9 As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so he who goes down to Sheol will come up no more.
10 They will never return home, and the people they knew will forget them. 10 No tornará más á su casa, ni su lugar le conocerá más.
10 He will return no more to his house, neither will his place know him any more.
11 So, no, I won't hold my tongue—I will speak in the agony of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul. 11 Por tanto yo no reprimiré mi boca; hablaré en la angustia de mi espíritu, y quejaréme con la amargura de mi alma.
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 the sea or a sea monster that you have to guard me? 12 ¿Soy yo la mar, ó ballena, que me pongas guarda?
12 Am I a sea, or a sea monster, that you put a guard over me?
13 If I tell myself, ‘I'll feel better if I lie down on my bed,’ or ‘it will help me to lie down on my couch,’ 13 Cuando digo: Mi cama me consolará, mi cama atenuará mis quejas;
13 When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me. My couch will ease my complaint,’
14 then you scare me so much with dreams and terrify me with visions 14 Entonces me quebrantarás con sueños, y me turbarás con visiones.
14 then you scare me with dreams and terrify me through visions,
15 that I would rather be strangled—I would rather die than become just a bag of bones. 15 Y así mi alma tuvo por mejor el ahogamiento, y [quiso] la muerte más que mis huesos.
15 so that my soul chooses strangling, death rather than my bones.
16 I hate my life! I know I won't live long. Leave me alone because my life is just a breath. 16 Aburríme: no he de vivir yo para siempre; déjame, pues que mis días son vanidad.
16 I loathe my life. I don’t want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
17 Why are human beings so important to you; why are you so concerned about them 17 ¿Qué es el hombre, para que lo engrandezcas, y que pongas sobre él tu corazón,
17 What is man, that you should magnify him, that you should set your mind on him,
18 that you inspect them every morning and test them every moment? Won't you ever stop staring at me? 18 Y lo visites todas las mañanas, y todos los momentos lo pruebes?
18 that you should visit him every morning, and test him every moment?
19 Won't you ever leave me alone long enough to catch my breath? 19 ¿Hasta cuándo no me dejarás, ni me soltarás hasta que trague mi saliva?
19 How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?
20 What have I done wrong? What have I done to you, Watcher of Humanity? Why have you made me your target, so that I'm a burden even to myself? 20 Pequé, ¿qué te haré, oh Guarda de los hombres? ¿por qué me has puesto contrario á ti, y que á mí mismo sea pesado?
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 If so why don't you pardon my sins, and take away my guilt? Right now I'm going to lie down in the dust, and though you will look for me, I will be gone.” 21 ¿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.
21 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.”