1 禄Is this not the struggle of all humanity? A person聮s life is long and hard like that of a hired hand.
2 禄It is like a worker who longs for the day to end, like a servant waiting to be paid.
3 禄I am allotted months of futility, long and weary nights of misery.
4 禄I go to bed and I think: 禄When will it be morning?芦 But the night drags on, and I toss till dawn.
5 禄My skin is clothed with worms and scabs. My flesh breaks open filled with pus.
6 禄My days are swifter than a weaver聮s shuttle flying back and forth. They end without hope.
7 禄O God, remember that my life is but a breath. I will never again see good.
8 禄You see me now but not for long. Your eyes will be on me but I will be dead.
9 禄Just as a cloud dissipates and vanishes; those who die will not come back.
10 禄They are gone forever from their home. They will not be seen again.
11 禄I will not keep from speaking. I must express my anguish. I must complain in my bitterness.
12 禄Am I a sea monster that you place a guard on me?
13 禄When I think: 聭My bed will comfort me, and I will try to forget my misery with sleep,
14 you shatter me with dreams. You terrify me with visions.聮
15 禄I would rather die of strangulation than go on and on like this.
16 禄I hate my life. I do not want to go on living. Oh, leave me alone for these few remaining days.
17 禄What is man that you should magnify him and set your mind on him?
18 禄For you examine us every morning and test us every moment.
19 禄How long will you keep looking at me and let me alone till I swallow my spittle?
20 禄Have I sinned? What have I done to you, O watcher of all humanity? Why have you made me your target? Am I a burden to you?
21 禄Why not just pardon my sin and take away my guilt? For soon I will lie down in the dust and die. When you look for me, I will be gone.芦