Job 7:1-7

Evangelical Heritage Version

7 Isn’t man’s time on earth like being compelled to serve in the army? Aren’t his days like those of a hired man?
² Like a slave, he longs for shade,
or like a day laborer, he waits for his pay.
³ In the same way, I have been allotted months of futility,
and nights of agony have been assigned to me.
⁴ When I lie down, I think, “How long before I get up?”
But the night drags on,
and I am filled with restlessness until dawn.
⁵ My flesh is clothed with maggots and caked with dirt.
My skin scabs over and then oozes again.
⁶ My days pass by more swiftly than the shuttle of a weaver’s loom.
They come to an end without hope.