1. “Has not man a hard service on earth,and are not his days like the days of a hired hand?
2. Like a slave who longs for the shadow,and like a hired hand who looks for his wages,
3. so I am allotted months of emptiness, and nights of misery are apportioned to me.
4. When I lie down I say, ‘When shall I arise?’But the night is long,and I am full of tossing till the dawn.
5. My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt;my skin hardens, then breaks out afresh.
6. My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttleand come to their end without hope.