1Is there not a limited time of service to a mortal upon the earth? Are not his days also like the days of a hired laborer?

2As a servant eagerly longeth for the shadow, and as a hired laborer hopeth for his reward:

3So was I compelled to possess months of vanity, and nights of trouble were counted out unto me.

4When I He down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am wearied with tossings about till the dawn of day.

5My flesh is covered with worms and clods of dust: my skin is burst open, and become loathsome.

6My days hasten away more swiftly than a weaver's shuttle, and they come to an end in the absence of hope.

7Oh remember that nothing but a breath is my life; that my eye will not again see happiness;

8The eye of him that seeth me now will not behold me again: [thou fixest] thy eyes upon me, and I am no more.

9As the cloud vanisheth and passeth away: so will he that goeth down to the nether world not come up again.

10He will return no more to his house, and his place will not recognize him any more.

11Therefore will I also not restrain my mouth: I will speak in the anguish of my spirit: I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

12Am I a sea, or a monster, that thou settest a watch over me?

13For should I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall help me bear my complaint:

14Then wouldst thou frighten me with dreams, and with visions wouldst thou terrify me;

15So that my soul would choose strangling, death rather than these limbs of mine.

16I loathe it; I cannot live for ever: let me alone; for my days are but nought.

17What is the mortal, that thou shouldst make him great? and that thou shouldst direct thy heart toward him?

18And that thou shouldst visit him every morning, probe him every moment?

19How long wilt thou not turn thy regard from me, nor let; me loose till I swallow down my spittle?

20If I have sinned, what [injury] can I cause unto thee, O thou Guardian of men? why hast thou set me as an object for thee to strike at, so that I am become a burden to myself?

21And why wilt thou not forgive my transgression, and let my iniquity pass away? for soon must I lie down in the dust; and thou wilt seek for me, but I shall be no more.