2 We are slaves in search of shade;we are labourers longingfor our wages.
3 God has made my days drag onand my nights miserable.
4 I pray for night to end,but it stretches outwhile I toss and turn.
5 My parched skin is coveredwith worms, dirt, and sores,
6 and my days are running outquicker than the threadof a fast-moving needle.
7 I beg you, God, don't forget!My life is just a breath,and trouble lies ahead.
8 I will vanish from sight,and no one, including you,will ever see me again.