1 “Is not all human life a struggle?Our lives are like that of a hired hand,
2 like a worker who longs for the shade,like a servant waiting to be paid.
3 I, too, have been assigned months of futility,long and weary nights of misery.
4 Lying in bed, I think, ‘When will it be morning?’But the night drags on, and I toss till dawn.