1. IS THERE not an [appointed] warfare and hard labor to man upon earth? And are not his days like the days of a hireling?
2. As a servant earnestly longs for the shade and the evening shadows, and as a hireling who looks for the reward of his work,
3. So am I allotted months of futile [suffering], and [long] nights of misery are appointed to me.
4. When I lie down I say, When shall I arise and the night be gone? And I am full of tossing to and fro till the dawning of the day.
5. My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and has become loathsome, and it closes up and breaks out afresh.
6. My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7. Oh, remember that my life is but wind (a puff, a breath, a sob); my eye shall see good no more.
8. The eye of him who sees me shall see me no more; while your eyes are upon me, I shall be gone.