Job 7:1 - 7:5

“Is not man conscripted to labor on earth,

And are not his days like the days of a hired man?

As a slave who pants for the shade,

And as a hired man who eagerly hopes for his wages,

So am I apportioned months of worthlessness,

And nights of trouble are appointed me.

If I lie down I say,

‘When shall I arise?’

But the twilight continues,

And I am saturated with tossing until dawn.

My flesh is clothed with worms and a crust of dirt;

My skin scabs over and flows out again.