Job 7:1-4 ▼

1 Isn’t mankind consigned to forced labor on earth? Are not his days like those of a hired hand?

2 Like a slave he longs for shade; like a hired man he waits for his pay.

3 So I have been made to inherit months of futility, and troubled nights have been assigned to me.

4 When I lie down I think: When will I get up? But the evening drags on endlessly, and I toss and turn until dawn.