1 Isn’t slavery everyone’s condition on earth,our days like those of a hired worker?
2 Like a slave we pant for a shadow,await our task like a hired worker.
3 So I have inherited months of emptiness;nights of toil have been measured out for me.
4 If I lie down and think—When will I get up?—night drags on, and restless thoughts fill me until dawn.
5 My flesh is covered with worms and crusted earth;my skin hardens and oozes.