Job’s Life Seems Futile

1 “1Is not man aforced to labor on earth,

And are not his days like the days of ba hired man?

2 “As a slave who pants for the shade,

And as a hired man who eagerly waits for his wages,

3 So am I allotted months of vanity,

And anights of trouble are appointed me.

4 “When I alie down I say,

‘When shall I arise?’

But the night continues,

And I am 1continually tossing until dawn.

5 “My aflesh is clothed with worms and a crust of dirt,

My skin hardens and runs.

6 “My days are aswifter than a weaver’s shuttle,

And come to an end bwithout hope.

7 “Remember that my life ais but breath;

My eye will bnot again see good.

8 “The aeye of him who sees me will behold me no longer;

Your eyes will be on me, but bI will not be.

9 “When a acloud vanishes, it is gone,

So bhe who goes down to cSheol does not come up.

10 “He will not return again to his house,

Nor will ahis place know him anymore.