7 “Is there not a time of hard service for a man upon earth?
    Are not his days also like the days of a hired worker?
² Like a servant, he longs for the shade,
    and like a hired worker, he looks for his wages,
³ so I have been assigned months of futility,
    and nights of trouble have been appointed to me.
⁴ When I lie down, I say,
    ‘When will I arise and the night be ended?’
    And I am full of restlessness until the dawn.
⁵ My flesh is covered with worms and caked with dirt;
    my skin is broken, and has become loathsome.