Job 7:1-10

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

7“Remember that my life 10is a mere breath; My eye will 11not see goodness again.8The 12eye of him who sees me will no longer look at me; Your eyes will be on me, but 13I will not exist.9When a 14cloud vanishes, it is gone; In the same way 15one who goes down to 1617Sheol does not come up.10He will not return to his house again, Nor will 18his place know about him anymore.