Job 7:1-6

1Is there not a warfareH6635 to man upon earthH776? And are not his daysH3117 like the daysH3117 of a hireling?2As a servantH5650 that earnestly desireth the shadowH6738, And as a hireling that looketh for his wagesH6467:3SoH3651 am I made to possessH5157 monthsH3391 of misery, And wearisome nightsH3915 are appointedH4487 to me.4When I lieH7901 down, I sayH559, When shall I ariseH6965, and the night be gone? And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.5My fleshH1320 is clothedH3847 with worms and clods of dustH6083; My skinH5785 closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.6My daysH3117 are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hopeH8615.