The Misery and Brevity of Life

Job 7:1-6

Is there not an appointed time to man vpon earth? and are not his dayes as the dayes of an hyreling?

As a seruant longeth for the shadowe, and as an hyreling looketh for the ende of his worke,

So haue I had as an inheritance the moneths of vanitie, and painefull nights haue bene appointed vnto me.

If I layed me downe, I sayde, When shall I arise? and measuring the euening I am euen full with tossing to and from vnto the dawning of the day.

My flesh is clothed with wormes and filthinesse of the dust: my skinne is rent, and become horrible.

My dayes are swifter then a weauers shittle, and they are spent without hope.