1. Hath not man a life of labour upon earth? and are not his days like the days of a hireling?
2. As a bondman earnestly desireth the shadow, and a hireling expecteth his wages,
3. So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4. If I lie down, I say, When shall I rise up, and the darkness be gone? and I am full of tossings until the dawn.
5. My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and suppurates.
6. My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7. Remember thou that my life is wind; mine eye shall no more see good.