1 “Isn’t a mortal’s stay on earth difficultlike a hired hand’s daily ⌊work⌋?
2 Like a slave, he longs for shade.Like a hired hand, he eagerly looks for his pay.
3 Likewise, I have been given months that are of no use,and I have inherited nights filled with misery.
4 When I lie down, I ask,‘When will I get up?’But the evening is long,and I’m exhausted from tossing about until dawn.
5 My body is covered with maggots and scabs.My skin is crusted over with sores; then they ooze.
6 My days go swifter than a weaver’s shuttle.They are spent without hope.
7 Remember, my life is only a breath,and never again will my eyes see anything good.