Job 7:1-10

1"Has not man a hard service on earth, and are not his days like the days of a hired hand?

2Like a slave who longs for the shadow, and like a hired hand who looks for his wages,

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

4When I lie down I say, 'When shall I arise?' But the night is long, and I am full of tossing till the dawn.

5My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt; my skin hardens, then breaks out afresh.

6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle and come to their end without hope.

7"Remember that my life is a breath; my eye will never again see good.

8The eye of him who sees me will behold me no more; while your eyes are on me, I shall be gone.

9As the cloud fades and vanishes, so he who goes down to Sheol does not come up;

10he returns no more to his house, nor does his place know him anymore.