1 ‘Do not mortals have hard service on earth?Are not their days like those of hired labourers?
2 Like a slave longing for the evening shadows,or a hired labourer waiting to be paid,
3 so I have been allotted months of futility,and nights of misery have been assigned to me.
4 When I lie down I think, “How long before I get up?”The night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn.