2
Like a slave he longs for shade; like a hired man he waits for his pay.
3
So I have been made to inherit months of futility, and troubled nights have been assigned to me.
4
When I lie down I think: When will I get up? But the evening drags on endlessly, and I toss and turn until dawn.
5
My flesh is clothed with maggots and encrusted with dirt. My skin forms scabs and then oozes.
6
My days pass more swiftly than a weaver's shuttle; they come to an end without hope.
7
Remember that my life is [but] a breath. My eye will never again see anything good.
8
The eye of anyone who looks on me will no longer see me. Your eyes will look for me, but I will be gone.
9
As a cloud fades away and vanishes, so the one who goes down to Sheol will never rise again.
10
He will never return to his house; his hometown will no longer remember him.
11
Therefore I will not restrain my mouth. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12
Am I the sea or a sea monster, that You keep me under guard?