Job 7:1-10

1“Does not man have hard labor on earth? Are not his days like those of a hired laborer?

2Like a slave longing for the shadow, or a hired man waiting for his pay,

3so I have inherited months of futility, and nights of distress have been appointed to me.

4When I lay down I say, “When will I rise?” The night drags on, and I toss until the day dawns.

5My flesh is clothed with maggots and clods of dirt; My skin is broken and festering.

6My days fly faster than a weaver’s shuttle and come to an end without hope.

7Remember, my life is but a breath; my eyes will not see goodness again!

8The eye that sees me now will see me no more; your eyes will be on me, but I will be no more.

9As a cloud vanishes and is gone, so one descending into Sheol does not come up;

10he will never return to his house, his place does not know him.