“Do not mortals have hard service(A) on earth?(B)
    Are not their days like those of hired laborers?(C)
Like a slave longing for the evening shadows,(D)
    or a hired laborer waiting to be paid,(E)
so I have been allotted months of futility,
    and nights of misery have been assigned to me.(F)
When I lie down I think, ‘How long before I get up?’(G)
    The night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn.(H)
My body is clothed with worms(I) and scabs,
    my skin is broken and festering.(J)

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Job: My Suffering Is without End

“Do not human beings have a hard service on earth,
    and are not their days like the days of a laborer?(A)
Like a slave who longs for the shadow,
    and like laborers who look for their wages,(B)
so I am allotted months of emptiness,
    and nights of misery are apportioned to me.(C)
When I lie down I say, ‘When shall I rise?’
    But the night is long,
    and I am full of tossing until dawn.(D)
My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt;
    my skin hardens, then breaks out again.

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