7 “Is there not aa time of hard service for man on earth?
Are not his days also like the days of a hired man?
2 Like a servant who 1earnestly desires the shade,
And like a hired man who eagerly looks for his wages,
3 So I have been allotted bmonths of futility,
And wearisome nights have been appointed to me.
4 cWhen I lie down, I say, ‘When shall I arise,
And the night be ended?’
For I have had my fill of tossing till dawn.
5 My flesh is dcaked with worms and dust,
My skin is cracked and breaks out afresh.
6 “My edays are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,
And are spent without hope.
7 Oh, remember that fmy life is a breath!
My eye will never again see good.
8 gThe eye of him who sees me will see me no more;
While your eyes are upon me, I shall no longer be.
So hhe who goes down to the grave does not come up.
iNor shall his place know him anymore.
11 “Therefore I will jnot restrain my mouth;
I will speak in the anguish of my spirit;
I will kcomplain in the bitterness of my soul.
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