Job 7:2–6

2  Like a slave who longs for tthe shadow,

and like ua hired hand who looks for his vwages,

3  so I am allotted months of wemptiness,

xand nights of misery are apportioned to me.

4  yWhen I lie down I say, ‘When shall I arise?’

But the night is long,

and I am full of tossing till the dawn.

5  My flesh is clothed with zworms and adirt;

my skin hardens, then bbreaks out afresh.

6  My days are cswifter than da weaver’s shuttle

and come to their end without hope.