| 1 |  | Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling? | 
| 2 |  | As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work: | 
| 3 |  | So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me. | 
| 4 |  | When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day. | 
| 5 |  | My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome. | 
| 6 |  | My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope. | 
| 7 |  | O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good. | 
| 8 |  | The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not. | 
| 9 |  | As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more. | 
| 10 |  | He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more. | 
| 11 |  | Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul. | 
| 12 |  | Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me? | 
| 13 |  | When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint; | 
| 14 |  | Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions: | 
| 15 |  | So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life. | 
| 16 |  | I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity. | 
| 17 |  | What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him? | 
| 18 |  | And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, and try him every moment? | 
| 19 |  | How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle? | 
| 20 |  | I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself? | 
| 21 |  | And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be. |