Job 7:1-7 ▼

1 BEHOLD there is an appointed time for man upon earth, and his days are like the days of a hireling.

2 As a servant who eagerly longs for eventide, and as a hireling who looks to complete his job;

3 So have I inherited months of vanity, and wearisome nights are meted out to me.

4 When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise? and the night seems long; when I go to rest, I toss about till the dawning of the day.

5 My flesh is covered with worms, and my body with dust; my skin is shrunk, and falls apart.

6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

7 O remember that the spirit is still alive; even yet my eye shall again see good.