Job 7:1-7 ▼

1 “Is not man forced to labor on earth? And are not his days like the days of a hired man?

2 “As a slave earnestly longs for the shade, And as a hired man eagerly awaits his wages,

3 So am I allotted months of futility and suffering, And [long] nights of trouble and misery are appointed to me.

4 “When I lie down I say, ‘When shall I arise [and the night be gone]?’ But the night continues, And I am continually tossing until the dawning of day.

5 “My body is clothed with worms and a crust of dust; My skin is hardened [and broken and loathsome], and [breaks out and] runs.

6 “My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope.

7 “Remember that my life is but breath [a puff of wind, a sigh]; My eye will not see good again.