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.