1"Isn't a man forced to labor on earth? Aren't his days like the days of a hired hand?¶ 2As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow, 3so am I made to possess months of misery, 4When I lie down, I say, 5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. 6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, 7Oh remember that my life is a breath. 8The eye of him who sees me shall see me no more. 9As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, 10He shall return no more to his house, 11"Therefore I will not keep silent. 12Am I a sea, or a sea monster, 13When I say, 'My bed shall comfort me. 14then you scare me with dreams, 15so that my soul chooses strangling, 16I loathe my life. 17What is man, that you should magnify him, 18that you should visit him every morning, 19How long will you not look away from me, 20If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? 21Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity?