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. |
