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.
7 God, remember that my life is only a breath. I'll never be happy again.
8 The eyes that see me now won't see me anymore. You will look for me. But I'll be gone.