Job 7:1-6

Job Continues: My Life Has No Hope

1 “Has not man ^aa hard service on earth,
and are not his ^bdays like the days of a hired hand?
2 Like a slave who longs for ^cthe shadow,
and like ^da hired hand who looks for his ^ewages,
3 so I am allotted months of ^femptiness,
^gand nights of misery are apportioned to me.
4 ^hWhen I lie down I say, ‘When shall I arise?’
But the night is long,
and I am full of tossing till the dawn.
5 My flesh is clothed with ⁱworms and ^jdirt;
my skin hardens, then ^kbreaks out afresh.
6 My days are ^lswifter than ^ma weaver’s shuttle
and come to their end without hope.