Job 7:1-10

1“Isn’t a mortal’s stay on earth difficult like a hired hand’s daily ⌞work⌟?

2Like a slave, he longs for shade. Like a hired hand, he eagerly looks for his pay.

3Likewise, I have been given months that are of no use, and I have inherited nights filled with misery.

4When I lie down, I ask, ‘When will I get up?’ But the evening is long, and I’m exhausted from tossing about until dawn.

5My body is covered with maggots and scabs. My skin is crusted over with sores; then they ooze.

6My days go swifter than a weaver’s shuttle. They are spent without hope.

7Remember, my life is only a breath, and never again will my eyes see anything good.

8The eye that watches over me will no longer see me. Your eye will look for me, but I’ll be gone.

9As a cloud fades away and disappears, so a person goes into the grave and doesn’t come back again.

10He doesn’t come back home again, and his household doesn’t recognize him anymore.