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?
[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.
