Job 7:1-10

1“Is there not a time of hard service for man on earth? Are not his days also like the days of a hired man?

2Like a servant who earnestly desires the shade, And like a hired man who eagerly looks for his wages,

3So I have been allotted months of futility, And wearisome nights have been appointed to me.

4When I lie down, I say, ‘When shall I arise, And the night be ended?’ For I have had my fill of tossing till dawn.

5My flesh is caked with worms and dust, My skin is cracked and breaks out afresh.

6“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope.

7Oh, remember that my life is a breath! My eye will never again see good.

8The eye of him who sees me will see me no more; While your eyes are upon me, I shall no longer be.

9As the cloud disappears and vanishes away, So he who goes down to the grave does not come up.

10He shall never return to his house, Nor shall his place know him anymore.