1Is there not a warfare to man upon earth?
2As a servant that earnestly desireth 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; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle,
7Oh remember that my life is a breath:
8The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more; Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be.
9As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away,
10He shall return no more to his house,
11Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12Am I a sea, or a sea-monster,
13When I say, My bed shall comfort me,
14Then thou scarest me with dreams,
15So that my soul chooseth strangling,
16I loathe [my life]; I would not live alway:
17What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him,
18And that thou shouldest visit him every morning,
19How long wilt thou not look away from me,
20If I have sinned, what do I unto thee, O thou watcher of men?
21And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity?