2 They are like a slave wishing for the evening shadows,like a laborer waiting to be paid.
3 But I am given months that are empty,and nights of misery have been given to me.
4 When I lie down, I think, ‘How long until I get up?’The night is long, and I toss until dawn.
5 My body is covered with worms and scabs,and my skin is broken and full of sores.
6 “My days go by faster than a weaver’s tool,and they come to an end without hope.
7 Remember, God, that my life is only a breath.My eyes will never see happy times again.
8 Those who see me now will see me no more;you will look for me, but I will be gone.