1. Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of a hireling?
2. As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as a hireling looketh for the reward of his work;
3. So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights 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 tossings to and fro to the dawning of the day.
5. My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and become lothsome.
6. My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7. O remember that my life is wind: my eye will no more see good.