Job 7:1-10

“People have a hard task on earth, and their days are like those of a laborer. They are like a slave wishing for the evening shadows, like a laborer waiting to be paid. But I am given months that are empty, and nights of misery have been given to me. When I lie down, I think, ‘How long until I get up?’ The night is long, and I toss until dawn. My body is covered with worms and scabs, and my skin is broken and full of sores. “My days go by faster than a weaver’s tool, and they come to an end without hope. Remember, God, that my life is only a breath. My eyes will never see happy times again. Those who see me now will see me no more; you will look for me, but I will be gone. As a cloud disappears and is gone, people go to the grave and never return. They will never come back to their houses again, and their places will not know them anymore.