like a worker who longs for the day to end, like a servant waiting to be paid.
I, too, have been assigned months of futility, long and weary nights of misery.
When I go to bed, I think, 'When will it be morning?' But the night drags on, and I toss till dawn.
My skin is filled with worms and scabs. My flesh breaks open, full of pus.
"My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle flying back and forth. They end without hope.
O God, remember that my life is but a breath, and I will never again experience pleasure.
You see me now, but not for long. Your eyes will be on me, but I will be dead.
Just as a cloud dissipates and vanishes, those who die will not come back.
They are gone forever from their home -- never to be seen again.
"I cannot keep from speaking. I must express my anguish. I must complain in my bitterness.
Am I a sea monster that you place a guard on me?
Scripture quotations marked NLT are taken from the Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright 1996. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers, Inc., Wheaton, Illinois 60189. All rights reserved. (New Living Translation - The Bible Online)