Job 7:3

“Isn’t a man forced to labor on earth?

Aren’t his days like the days of a hired hand?

As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow,

as a hireling who looks for his wages,

When I lie down, I say,

‘When will I arise, and the night be gone?’

I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust.

My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,

and are spent without hope.