The Misery and Brevity of Life

Job 7:1-6

“Is not man consigned to labor on earth? Are not his days like those of a hired hand?

Like a slave he longs for shade; like a hireling he waits for his wages.

So I am allotted months of futility, and nights of misery are appointed me.

When I lie down I think: ‘When will I get up?’ But the night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn.

My flesh is clothed with worms and encrusted with dirt; my skin is cracked and festering.

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.