1. "Does not man have hard service on earth? Are not his days like those of a hired man?
2. Like a slave longing for the evening shadows, or a hired man waiting eagerly for his wages,
3. so I have been allotted months of futility, and nights of misery have been assigned to me.
4. When I lie down I think, `How long before I get up?' The night drags on, and I toss till dawn.
5. My body is clothed with worms and scabs, my skin is broken and festering.
6. "My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and they come to an end without hope.
7. Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath; my eyes will never see happiness again.
8. The eye that now sees me will see me no longer; you will look for me, but I will be no more.
9. As a cloud vanishes and is gone, so he who goes down to the grave does not return.
10. He will never come to his house again; his place will know him no more.
12. Am I the sea, or the monster of the deep, that you put me under guard?
13. When I think my bed will comfort me and my couch will ease my complaint,
14. even then you frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions,
15. so that I prefer strangling and death, rather than this body of mine.
16. I despise my life; I would not live forever. Let me alone; my days have no meaning.
17. "What is man that you make so much of him, that you give him so much attention,
18. that you examine him every morning and test him every moment?
19. Will you never look away from me, or let me alone even for an instant?