7 “Do not human beings have a hard service on earth,
    and are not their days like the days of a laborer?
² Like a slave who longs for the shadow,
    and like laborers who look for their wages,
³ so I am allotted months of emptiness,
    and nights of misery are apportioned to me.
⁴ When I lie down I say, ‘When shall I rise?’
    But the night is long,
    and I am full of tossing until dawn.

⁶ My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,
    and come to their end without hope.^[a]