Isn’t each person consigned to forced laborh on earth?

Are not his days like those of a hired worker?

2 Like a slave he longs for shade;

like a hired worker he waits for his pay.

3 So I have been made to inherit months of futility,

and troubled nights have been assigned to me.i

4 When I lie down I think,

“When will I get up?”

But the evening drags on endlessly,

and I toss and turn until dawn.

5 My flesh is clothed with maggots and encrusted with dirt.D

My skin forms scabsE and then oozes.j

6 My days pass more swiftly than a weaver’s shuttle;

they come to an end without hope.k

7 Remember that my life is but a breath.

My eye will never again see anything good.l