Job 7

1Does not man have hard labor on earth? 2Like a slave earnestly desires the shadows of evening, 3so I have been made to endure months of misery; 4When I lie down, I say to myself, 5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; 6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle; 7God, call to mind that my life is only a breath; 8The eye of God, who sees me, will see me no more; 9As a cloud is consumed and vanishes away, 10He will return no more to his house; 11Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; 12Am I the sea or a sea monster 13When I say, 'My bed will comfort me, 14then you scare me with dreams 15so that I would choose strangling 16I loathe my life; I would not wish to always be alive; 17What is man that you should pay attention to him, 18that you should observe him every morning 19How long will it be before you look away from me, 20Even if I have sinned, what would that do to you, you who watch men?