Job 7:1-7 ▼

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

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

3 So am I allotted months of vanity, And nights of trouble are appointed 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 worms and a crust of dirt, My skin hardens and runs.

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

7 “Remember that my life is but breath; My eye will not again see good.