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.

⁶ My days are ^(A)swifter than ^(B)a weaver's shuttle
    and come to their end without hope.
⁷ “Remember that my life is a ^(C)breath;
    my eye will never again see good.