1 “Has not man a hard service on earth,
and are not his days like the days of a hired hand?
and like a hired hand who looks for his wages,
and nights of misery are apportioned to me.
But the night is long,
and I am full of tossing till the dawn.
my skin hardens, then breaks out afresh.
and come to their end without hope.
my eye will never again see good.
while your eyes are on me, I shall be gone.
so he who goes down to Sheol does not come up;
nor does his place know him anymore.
I will speak in the anguish of my spirit;
I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
that you set a guard over me?
my couch will ease my complaint,’
and terrify me with visions,
and death rather than my bones.
Leave me alone, for my days are a breath.
and that you set your heart on him,
and test him every moment?
nor leave me alone till I swallow my spit?
Why have you made me your mark?
Why have I become a burden to you?
and take away my iniquity?
For now I shall lie in the earth;
you will seek me, but I shall not be.”