Job 7:1-10

1“Does not humanity have hard service on earth? Are not their days also like the days of a hired man?

2Like a servant longing for the evening shadow, and like a hired man looking for his wages,

3thus I have been made to inherit months of futility, and nights of sorrow have been appointed to me.

4If I lie down, I say, ‘When will I arise?’, and the night stretches on and I toss and turn restlessly until the day dawns.

5My body is clothed with worms and dirty scabs; my skin is broken and festering.

6My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and they come to an end without hope.

7Remember that my life is but a breath, that my eyes will never again see happiness.

8The eye of him who sees me now will see me no more; your eyes will look for me, but I will be gone.

9As a cloud is dispersed and then disappears, so the one who goes down to the grave does not come up again.

10He returns no more to his house, nor does his place of residence know him any more.