1 “Does not a human being have hard service on earth? And are not his days like the days of a laborer?
2 Like a slave he longs for the shadow, and like a laborer he waits for his wages.
3 So I had to inherit months of worthlessness, and nights of misery are apportioned to me.
4 When I lie down, I say, ‘When shall I rise?’ But the night is long, and I have my fill of tossing until dawn.
5 My body is clothed with maggots and clods of dust; my skin hardens, then it gives way again.
6 “My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and they come to an end without hope.
7 Remember that my life is a breath; my eye will not return to see good.