Job 7:1-6 NLT

1 “Is not all human life a struggle? Our lives are like that of a hired hand,
2 like a worker who longs for the shade, like a servant waiting to be paid.
3 I, too, have been assigned months of futility, long and weary nights of misery.
4 Lying in bed, I think, ‘When will it be morning?’ But the night drags on, and I toss till dawn.
5 My body is covered with maggots and scabs. My skin breaks open, oozing with pus.
6 “My days fly faster than a weaver’s shuttle. They end without hope.