2 Like a slave who longs for the shadow,and like a hired hand who looks for his wages,
3 so I am allotted months of emptiness, and nights of misery are apportioned to me.
4 When I lie down I say, ‘When shall I arise?’But the night is long,and I am full of tossing till the dawn.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt;my skin hardens, then breaks out afresh.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttleand come to their end without hope.
7 “Remember that my life is a breath;my eye will never again see good.
8 The eye of him who sees me will behold me no more;while your eyes are on me, I shall be gone.