- "Does not man have hard service on earth? Are not his days like those of a hired man?
- Like a slave longing for the evening shadows, or a hired man waiting eagerly for his wages,
- so I have been allotted months of futility, and nights of misery have been assigned to me.
- When I lie down I think, 'How long before I get up?' The night drags on, and I toss till dawn.
- My body is clothed with worms and scabs, my skin is broken and festering.
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- "Is not man forced to labor on earth, And are not his days like the days of a hired man?
- "As a slave who pants for the shade, And as a hired man who eagerly waits for his wages,
- So am I allotted months of vanity, And nights of trouble are appointed me.
- "When I lie down I say, 'When shall I arise?' But the night continues, And I am continually tossing until dawn.
- "My flesh is clothed with worms and a crust of dirt, My skin hardens and runs.
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