1 “Does not man have to struggle on earth? For his days are like the days of a hired man.
2 Like a servant who sighs for the shade, and like a hireling longing for his wages,
3 so am I allotted months of futility. And nights of trouble have been appointed to me.
4 When I lie down, I say, ‘When am I going to rise, and the night be ended?’ For I have had my fill of tossing till dawn.
5 My body is covered with worms and dirt, my skin is cracked and it festers.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without expectancy.