Job 7:3 CPDV

¹  The life of a man on the earth is a battle, and his days are like the days of a hired hand.

²  Just as a servant desires the shade, and just as the hired hand looks forward to the end of his work,

³  so also have I had empty months and have counted my burdensome nights.

⁴  If I lie down to sleep, I will say, 'When will I rise?' And next I will hope for the evening and will be filled with sorrows even until darkness.

⁵  My flesh is clothed with particles of rottenness and filth; my skin is dried up and tightened.