1. The life of a man on the earth is a battle, and his days are like the days of a hired hand.
2. Just as a servant desires the shade, and just as the hired hand looks forward to the end of his work,
3. so also have I had empty months and have counted my burdensome nights.
4. If I lie down to sleep, I will say, "When will I rise?" And next I will hope for the evening and will be filled with sorrows even until darkness.
5. My flesh is clothed with particles of rottenness and filth; my skin is dried up and tightened.
6. My days have passed by more quickly than threads are cut by a weaver, and they have been consumed without any hope.
7. Remember that my life is wind, and my eye will not return to see good things.
8. Neither will the sight of man gaze upon me; your eyes are upon me, and I will not endure.