2 like slaves longing for cool shade;like workers waiting for their pay.
3 Month after month I have nothing to live for;night after night brings me grief.
4 When I lie down to sleep, the hours drag;I toss all night and long for dawn.
5 My body is full of worms;it is covered with scabs;pus runs out of my sores.
6 My days pass by without hope,pass faster than a weaver's shuttle.
7 Remember, O God, my life is only a breath;my happiness has already ended.
8 You see me now, but never again.If you look for me, I'll be gone.