Job 7:1-10

1“1Is not man 2forced to labor on earth, And are not his days like the days of 3a hired man?2As a slave who pants for the shade, And as a hired man who eagerly waits for his wages,3So am I allotted months of vanity, And 4nights of trouble are appointed me.4When I 5lie down I say, ‘When shall I arise?’ But the night continues, And I am 6continually tossing until dawn.5My 7flesh is clothed with worms and a crust of dirt, My skin hardens and runs.6My days are 8swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And come to an end 9without hope.

7“Remember that my life 10is but breath; My eye will 11not again see good.8The 12eye of him who sees me will behold me no longer; Your eyes will be on me, but 13I will not be.9When a 14cloud vanishes, it is gone, So 15he who goes down to 16Sheol does not come up.10He will not return again to his house, Nor will 17his place know him anymore.