Job 7:1-6

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.