Job 7:1-7

English Standard Version

7 “Has not man ^(A)a hard service on earth,
    and are not his ^(B)days like the days of a hired hand?
² Like a slave who longs for ^(C)the shadow,
    and like ^(D)a hired hand who looks for his ^(E)wages,
³ so I am allotted months of ^(F)emptiness,
    ^(G)and nights of misery are apportioned to me.
^4 (H)When I lie down I say, ‘When shall I arise?’
    But the night is long,
    and I am full of tossing till the dawn.
⁵ My flesh is clothed with ^(I)worms and ^(J)dirt;
    my skin hardens, then ^(K)breaks out afresh.
⁶ My days are ^(L)swifter than ^(M)a weaver's shuttle
    and come to their end without hope.