Job 7:2-6

2Like a slave longing for the evening shadows, or a hired laborer waiting to be paid,

3so I have been allotted months of futility, and nights of misery have been assigned to me.

4When I lie down I think, ‘How long before I get up?’ The night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn.

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

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