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.
5 My body is covered with maggots and scabs.My skin breaks open, oozing with pus.
6 “My days fly faster than a weaver’s shuttle.They end without hope.
7 O God, remember that my life is but a breath,and I will never again feel happiness.
8 You see me now, but not for long.You will look for me, but I will be gone.