Job 7:1-6

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.