7:1 Is there not a warfare to man upon earth? And are not his days like the days of a hireling?

7:2 As a servant that earnestly desireth the shadow, And as a hireling that looketh for his wages:

7:3 So am I made to possess months of misery, And wearisome nights are appointed to me.

7:4 When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.

7:5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.

7:6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.

7:7 Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good.

7:8 The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more; Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be.

7:9 As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away, So he that goeth down to Sheol shall come up no more.

7:10 He shall return no more to his house, Neither shall his place know him any more.

7:11 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

7:12 Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, That thou settest a watch over me?

7:13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint;

7:14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, And terrifiest me through visions:

7:15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, And death rather than [these] my bones.

7:16 I loathe [my life]; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.

7:17 What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him, And that thou shouldest set thy mind upon him,

7:18 And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, And try him every moment?

7:19 How long wilt thou not look away from me, Nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

7:20 If I have sinned, what do I unto thee, O thou watcher of men? Why hast thou set me as a mark for thee, So that I am a burden to myself?