The Book of Job

[Is there] not a warfare to man on earth? And his days like the days of a hireling?

As a servant pants for the shade, and as a hireling looks for his wages,

so I am caused to inherit months of vanity; and weary nights are appointed to me.

When I lie down, I say, When shall I rise up? But the night is long, and I am full of tossings, until the twilight of the dawn.

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and it runs [afresh].

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

Remember that my life [is] a breath; my eyes shall not return to see good.

[As] the clouds fade and vanish, so he who goes down to Sheol shall not come up.

He shall return no more to his house; nor shall his place know him any more.

Therefore, I will not hold my mouth; I will speak in the distress of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, that You set a watch over me?

When I say, My bed shall comfort me my couch shall ease my complaint,

then You scare me with dreams, and terrify me with visions;

so that my soul chooses strangling [and] death rather than my bones.

I despise [them]; I will not live always. Let me alone, for my days [are] vanity.

What [is] man, that You should magnify him, and that You should set Your heart on him,

and visit him every morning, trying him every moment?

How long will You not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?

I have sinned; what do I do to You, O Watcher of man? Why have You set me as a target for You, so that I am a burden on myself?

And why do You not pardon my transgression, and make my iniquity pass away? For now I shall lie down in the dust, and You shall seek me; but I [will] not be.