“Is not man aconscripted to labor on earth,
And are not his days like the days of ba hired man?
2 As a slave who pants for the shade,
And as a hired man who eagerly hopes for his wages,
3 So am I apportioned months of worthlessness,
And anights of trouble are appointed me.
4 If I alie down I say,
‘When shall I arise?’
But the twilight continues,
And I am saturated with tossing until dawn.
5 My aflesh is clothed with worms and a crust of dirt;
My skin scabs over and flows out again.
6 My days are aswifter than a weaver’s shuttle,
And come to an end bwithout hope.