Job 7:1-11

1Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling?1

2As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work:2

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

4When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.3

5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

6My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.

7O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.45

8The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.6

9As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.

10He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.

11Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.