1 “Is there not a time of hard service for man on earth?
Are not his days also like the days of a hired man?
And like a hired man who eagerly looks for his wages,
And wearisome nights have been appointed to me.
And the night be ended?’
For I have had my fill of tossing till dawn.
My skin is cracked and breaks out afresh.
And are spent without hope.
My eye will never again see good.
While your eyes are upon me, I shall no longer be.
So he who goes down to the grave does not come up.
Nor shall 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 [b]my body.
I would not live forever.
Let me alone,
For my days are but [c]a breath.
That You should set Your heart on him,
And test him every moment?
Will You not look away from me,
And let me alone till I swallow my saliva?
What have I done to You, O watcher of men?
Why have You set me as Your target,
So that I am a burden [e]to myself?
And take away my iniquity?
For now I will lie down in the dust,
And You will seek me diligently,
But I will no longer be.”