Job 7:1-8

English Standard Version

Job Continues: My Life Has No Hope

7 “Has not man ^(A)a hard service on earth,
    and are not his ^(B)days like the days of a hired hand?
²Like a slave who longs for ^(C)the shadow,
    and like ^(D)a hired hand who looks for his ^(E)wages,
³so 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.
⁵My flesh is clothed with ^(I)worms and ^(J)dirt;
    my skin hardens, then ^(K)breaks out afresh.
⁶My days are ^(L)swifter than ^(M)a weaver's shuttle
    and come to their end without hope.

⁷“Remember that my life is a ^(N)breath;
my eye will never again see good.
⁸^(O)The eye of him who sees me will behold me no more;
while your eyes are on me, ^(P)I shall be gone.