[Is there] not an appointed time to man upon earth? [are not] his days also like the days of an hireling?
As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for [the reward of] his work:
So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
O remember that my life [is] wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no [more]: thine eyes [are] upon me, and I [am] not.
[As] the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no [more].
He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
