The Misery and Brevity of Life

Job 7:1-6

Is there not a warfare to man on earth? And as the days of an hireling his days?

As a servant desireth the shadow, And as a hireling expecteth his wage,

So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And nights of misery they numbered to me.

If I lay down then I said, `When do I rise!' And evening hath been measured, And I have been full of tossings till dawn.

Clothed hath been my flesh with worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,

My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.