Job 7:2-6

“As a slave pants for the shade, And as a hired worker who eagerly waits for his wages,

So I am allotted worthless months, And nights of trouble are apportioned to 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 maggots and a crust of dirt, My skin hardens and oozes.

“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And they come to an end without hope.