Is there notan appointed timeto manuponearth? are not his daysalso like the daysof a hireling? As a servantearnestly desireththe shadow, and as a hirelinglooketh for the reward of his work: Soam I made to possessmonthsof vanity, and wearisomenightsare appointedto me. WhenI lie down, I say, Whenshall I arise, and the nightbe gone? and I am fullof tossings to and frountothe dawning of the day. My fleshis clothedwith wormsand clodsof dust; my skinis broken, and become loathsome. My daysare swifterthana weaver's shuttle, and are spentwithouthope. O rememberthatmy life is wind: mine eyeshall nomoreseegood. The eyeof him that hath seenme shall seeme no more : thine eyes are upon me, and I am not. As the cloudis consumedand vanisheth away: sohe that goeth downto the graveshall come upno more . He shall returnnomoreto his house, neithershall his placeknowhim any more. ThereforeIwill notrefrainmy mouth; I will speakin the anguishof my spirit; I will complainin the bitternessof my soul. Am Ia sea, ora whale, thatthou settesta watchoverme? WhenI say, My bedshall comfortme, my couchshall easemy complaint; Then thou scarestme with dreams, and terrifiestme through visions: So that my soulchoosethstrangling, and deathrather than my life. I loathe it ; I would notlivealways: let me alone; formy days are vanity. What is man, thatthou shouldest magnifyhim? and thatthou shouldest setthine heartuponhim? And that thou shouldest visithim every morning, and tryhim every moment? How longwilt thou notdepartfromme, norlet me alonetillI swallow downmy spittle? I have sinned; whatshall I dounto thee, O thou preserverof men? whyhast thou setme as a markagainst thee, so that I ama burdentomyself? And whydost thou notpardonmy transgression, and take awaymine iniquity? fornowshall I sleepin the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be .