Job 7:1-7 ▼

1 “Has not man a hard service on earth, and are not his days like the days of a hired hand?

2 Like a slave who longs for the shadow, and like a hired hand who looks for his wages,

3 so I am allotted months of emptiness, and nights of misery are apportioned to me.

4 When I lie down I say, ‘When shall I arise?’ But the night is long, and I am full of tossing till the dawn.

5 My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt; my skin hardens, then breaks out afresh.

6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and come to their end without hope.

7 “Remember that my life is a breath; my eye will never again see good.