1 Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? Are not his days also like the days of a hireling?
2 As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow,and as a hireling looketh for the reward of his work;
3 so am I made to possess months of vanity,and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4 When I lie down, I say,When shall I arise, and the night be gone?And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust;my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle,and are spent without hope.
7 O remember that my life is wind:mine eye shall no more see good.