| 1 | The life of man upon earth is a warfare, and his days are like the days of a hireling. |
| 2 | As a servant longeth for the shade, as the hireling looketh for the end of his work; |
| 3 | So I also have had empty months, and have numbered to myself wearisome nights. |
| 4 | If I lie down to sleep, I shall say: When shall arise? and again I shall look for the evening, and shall be filled with sorrows even till darkness. |
| 5 | My flesh is clothed with rottenness and the filth of dust, my skin is withered and drawn together. |
| 6 | My days have passed more swiftly than the web is cut by the weaver, and are consumed without any hope. |
| 7 | Remember that my life is but wind, and my eyes shall not return to see good things. |
| 8 | Nor shall the sight of man behold me: thy eyes are upon me, and I shall be no more. |
| 9 | As a cloud is consumed, and passeth away: so he that shall go down to hell shall not come up. |
| 10 | Nor shall he return my more into his house, neither shall his place know him any more. |
| 11 | Wherefore I will not spare my month, I will speak in the affliction of my spirit: I will talk with the bitterness of my soul. |
| 12 | Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou hast enclosed me in a prison? |
| 13 | If I say: My bed shall comfort me, and I shall be relieved speaking with myself on my couch: |
| 14 | Thou wilt frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions. |
| 15 | So that my soul rather chooseth hanging, and my bones death. |
| 16 | I have done with hope, I shall now live no longer: spare me, for my days are nothing. |
| 17 | What is a man that thou shouldst magnify him? or why dost thou set thy heart upon him? |
| 18 | Thou visitest him early in the morning, and thou provest him suddenly. |
| 19 | How long wilt thou not spare me, nor suffer me to swallow down my spittle? |
| 20 | I have sinned: what shall I do to thee, O keeper of men? why hast thou set me opposite to thee, and I am become burdensome to myself? |
| 21 | Why dost thou not remove my sin, and why dost thou not take away my iniquity? Behold now I shall sleep in the dust: and if thou seek me in the morning, I shall not be. |
