Job 7:1-7 ▼

1 |Men have harsh servitude on earth, do they not? His days are like those of a hired laborer, are they not?

2 I'm like a servant who longs for the shade, like a hired laborer who is looking for his wages.

3 Truly I've been allotted months of emptiness; nights of trouble have been appointed for me.

4 |When I lie down I ask, 'When will I wake up?' But the night continues and I keep tossing and turning until dawn.

5 My skin is covered with worms and clods of dirt; my skin becomes rough and then breaks out afresh.

6 My days pass as swiftly as a hand-loom; they come to their conclusion without hope.

7 Remember that my life is a breath; my eyes won't go back to seeing good things.