Job 7:2-6

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 1nights of trouble are apportioned to me.4When I 2lie down, I say, ‘When shall I arise?’ But the night continues, And I am continually tossing until dawn.5My 3flesh is clothed with maggots and a crust of dirt, My skin hardens and 4oozes.6My days are 5swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And they come to an end 6without hope.