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.
7. Remember that my life is a breath! My eye is never again to see good.
8. The eye of him who sees me sees me no longer. Your eyes are upon me, and I am no more.
9. The cloud fades and vanishes away, so he who goes down to the grave does not come up.