Job 7:1-7 ▼

1 “ Is there not hard service for man on earth? Are his days like the days of a hireling?

2 As a servant longs for shade, and as a hireling awaits his wages,

3 so are allotted to me months of emptiness, and nights of toil are appointed to me.

4 When I lie down, then I say, ‘When shall I arise?’ But the night is measured out, and I am full of tossings until dawn.

5 My flesh is clothed with worm and clod of the dust; my skin breaks and festers.

6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; and they end without hope.

7 Remember that my life is a breath; my eye shall not return to see good.