Job 7:1-7 ▼

1 “Is a person not forced to labor on earth, And are his days not like the days of a hired worker?

2 “As a slave pants for the shade, And as a hired worker who eagerly waits for his wages,

3 So I am allotted worthless months, And nights of trouble are apportioned to me.

4 “When I lie down, I say, ‘When shall I arise?’ But the night continues, And I am continually tossing until dawn.

5 “My flesh is clothed with maggots and a crust of dirt, My skin hardens and oozes.

6 “My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And they come to an end without hope.

7 “Remember that my life is a mere breath; My eye will not see goodness again.