“人生在世岂不像服劳役吗?
他有生之年岂不像个雇工吗?
他像切望阴凉的奴隶,
又如盼望报酬的雇工。
同样,我注定要度过虚空的岁月,
熬过悲惨的黑夜。
我躺在床上,想着何时起来。
长夜漫漫,我辗转难眠,直到拂晓。
我身上布满蛆虫、伤疤,
皮肤破裂,流脓不止。
我的年日飞逝,比梭还快,
转眼结束,毫无盼望。

“上帝啊,别忘了我的生命不过是一口气,
我再也看不见幸福。
注视我的眼睛将再也看不见我,
你将寻找我,而我已不复存在。
人死后一去不返,
就像烟消云散;
10 他永不再返回家园,
故土也不再认识他。

11 “因此我不再缄默不语,
我要吐露胸中的悲愁,
倾诉心里的苦楚。
12 上帝啊,我岂是大海,岂是海怪,
值得你这样防范我?
13 我以为床铺是我的安慰,
卧榻可解除我的哀愁,
14 你却用噩梦惊我,
用异象吓我,
15 以致我宁愿窒息而死,
也不愿这样活着。
16 我厌恶生命,不想永活。
不要管我,因为我的日子都是虚空。

17 “人算什么,你竟这样看重他,
这样关注他?
18 你天天早上察看他,
时时刻刻考验他。
19 你的视线何时离开我,
给我咽口唾沫的时间?
20 鉴察世人的主啊,
我若犯了罪,又于你何妨?
为何把我当成你的箭靶?
难道我成了你的重担?
21 为何不赦免我的过犯,
饶恕我的罪恶?
我很快将归于尘土,
你将寻找我,
而我已不复存在。”

「人生在世豈不像服勞役嗎?
他有生之年豈不像個雇工嗎?
他像切望陰涼的奴隸,
又如盼望報酬的雇工。
同樣,我註定要度過虛空的歲月,
熬過悲慘的黑夜。
我躺在床上,想著何時起來。
長夜漫漫,我輾轉難眠,直到拂曉。
我身上佈滿蛆蟲、傷疤,
皮膚破裂,流膿不止。
我的年日飛逝,比梭還快,
轉眼結束,毫無盼望。

「上帝啊,別忘了我的生命不過是一口氣,
我再也看不見幸福。
注視我的眼睛將再也看不見我,
你將尋找我,而我已不復存在。
人死後一去不返,
就像煙消雲散;
10 他永不再返回家園,
故土也不再認識他。

11 「因此我不再緘默不語,
我要吐露胸中的悲愁,
傾訴心裡的苦楚。
12 上帝啊,我豈是大海,豈是海怪,
值得你這樣防範我?
13 我以為床鋪是我的安慰,
臥榻可解除我的哀愁,
14 你卻用噩夢驚我,
用異象嚇我,
15 以致我寧願窒息而死,
也不願這樣活著。
16 我厭惡生命,不想永活。
不要管我,因為我的日子都是虛空。

17 「人算什麼,你竟這樣看重他,
這樣關注他?
18 你天天早上察看他,
時時刻刻考驗他。
19 你的視線何時離開我,
給我嚥口唾沫的時間?
20 鑒察世人的主啊,
我若犯了罪,又於你何妨?
為何把我當成你的箭靶?
難道我成了你的重擔?
21 為何不赦免我的過犯,
饒恕我的罪惡?
我很快將歸於塵土,
你將尋找我,
而我已不復存在。」

Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling?

As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work:

So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.

When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.

As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.

10 He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.

11 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

12 Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?

13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaints;

14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:

15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.

16 I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.

17 What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?

18 And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, and try him every moment?

19 How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

20 I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?

21 And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.