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¹Is not the life of man upon earth a state of trial? and his existence as that of a hireling by the day?

²Or as a servant that fears his master, and one who has grasped a shadow? or as a hireling waiting for his pay?

³So have I also endured months of vanity, and nights of pain have been appointed me.

⁴Whenever I lie down, I say, When will it be day? and whenever I rise up, again I say when will it be evening? and I am full of pains from evening to morning.

⁵And my body is covered with loathsome worms; and I waste away, scraping off clods of dust from my eruption.

⁶And my life is lighter than a word, and has perished in vain hope.

⁷Remember then that my life is breath, and my eye shall not yet again see good.

⁸The eye of him that sees me shall not see me again: your eyes are upon me, and I am no more.

⁹I am as a cloud that is cleared away from the sky: for if a man go down to the grave, he shall not come up again:

¹⁰and he shall surely not return to his own house, neither shall his place know him any more.

¹¹Then neither will I refrain my mouth: I will speak being in distress; being in anguish I will disclose the bitterness of my soul.

¹²Am I a sea, or a serpent, that you have set a watch over me?

¹³I said that my bed should comfort me, and I would privately counsel with myself on my couch.

¹⁴You scare me with dreams, and do terrify me with visions.

¹⁵You will separate life from my spirit; and yet keep my bones from death.

¹⁶For I shall not live for ever, that I should patiently endure: depart from me, for my life is vain.

¹⁷For what is man, that you have magnified him? or that you give heed to him?

¹⁸Will you visit him till the morning, and judge him till the time of rest?

¹⁹How long do you not let me alone, nor let me go, until I shall swallow down my spittle?

²⁰If I have sinned, what shall I be able to do, O you that understand the mind of men? why have you made me as your accuser, and why am I a burden to you?

²¹Why have you not forgotten my iniquity, and purged my sin? but now I shall depart to the earth; and in the morning I am no more.