Job 7:5

As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow,

as a hireling who looks for his wages,

so I am made to possess months of misery,

wearisome nights are appointed to me.

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 days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,

and are spent without hope.

Oh remember that my life is a breath.

My eye will no more see good.

The eye of him who sees me will see me no more.

Your eyes will be on me, but I will not be.