1 Job continued, "Doesn't every man have to work hard on this earth? Aren't his days like the days of a hired worker?
2 I've been like a slave who longs for the evening shadows to come. I've been like a hired worker who can hardly wait to get paid.
3 I've been given several months that were useless to me. My nights have been filled with suffering.
4 When I lie down I think, 'How long will it be before I can get up?' The night drags on. I toss and turn until sunrise.
5 My body is covered with worms and sores. My skin is broken. It has boils all over it.
6 "My days pass by faster than a weaver can work. They come to an end. I don't have any hope.