Job Chapter 7 Verse 1[Is there] not an appointed time to man upon earth? [are not] his days also like the days of an hireling?

For now ye are nothing; ye see [my] casting down, and are afraid.

Did I say, Bring unto me? or, Give a reward for me of your substance?

Or, Deliver me from the enemy's hand? or, Redeem me from the hand of the mighty?

Teach me, and I will hold my tongue: and cause me to understand wherein I have erred.

How forcible are right words! but what doth your arguing reprove?

Do ye imagine to reprove words, and the speeches of one that is desperate, [which are] as wind?

Yea, ye overwhelm the fatherless, and ye dig [a pit] for your friend.

Now therefore be content, look upon me; for [it is] evident unto you if I lie.

Return, I pray you, let it not be iniquity; yea, return again, my righteousness [is] in it.

Is there iniquity in my tongue? cannot my taste discern perverse things?

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.

Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

The Book of Job, Chapter 7, Verse 1