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1 Is ther not an appoynted time to man vpon earth? Are not his dayes also like the dayes of an hired seruaunt? 2 For like as a bonde seruaunt desireth the shadowe, and as an hyreling woulde fayne haue the rewarde of his worke: 3 Euen so haue I laboured whole monethes long in vayne, and many a carefull night haue I tolde. 4 When I layde me downe to sleepe, I sayde, O when shall I arise? and measuring the euening, I am euen full with tossing to and fro vnto the dawning of the day. 5 My fleshe is clothed with wormes and dust of the earth: my skinne is withered and become horrible. 6 My dayes passe ouer more spedyly then a weauers shuttle, and are spent without hope. 7 O remember that my lyfe is but a winde, and that myne eye shall no more see pleasures: Job 7:1-7, Bishops' Bible of 1568. Public domain.
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