1 “Does not humanity have hard service on earth?Are not their days also like the days of a hired man?
2 Like a servant longing for the evening shadow,and like a hired man looking for his wages,
3 thus I have been made to inherit months of futility,and nights of sorrow have been appointed to me.
4 If I lie down, I say, ‘When will I arise?’,and the night stretches onand I toss and turn restlesslyuntil the day dawns.
5 My body is clothed with worms and dirty scabs;my skin is broken and festering.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttleand they come to an end without hope.
7 Remember that my life is but a breath,that my eyes will never again see happiness.