1“Man has a hard task on earth.
His days are like those of a hired man.
2Man is like a slave wishing for the evening shadows.
Or he is like a hired man who wants his pay.
3But I am given months that are empty.
Nights of misery have been given to me.
4When I lie down, I think, ‘How long is it until I get up?’
The night is long, and I toss until dawn.
5My body is covered with worms and scabs.
My skin is broken and full of running sores.
6“My days go by faster than a weaver moves his tool.
And they come to an end without hope.
7Remember, God, that my life is only as long as a breath.
My eyes will never see happy times again.
8Those who see me now will see me no more.
You will look for me, but I will be gone.
9A cloud disappears and is gone.
In the same way, a person who goes where the dead are does not return.
10He will never come back to his house again.
His place will not know him anymore.
11“So I will not stay quiet.
I will speak out in the suffering of my spirit.
I will complain because I am so unhappy.
12I am not the sea or the sea monster.
So why have you set a guard over me?
13Sometimes I think my bed will comfort me.
Or I think my couch will stop my complaint.
14Then you frighten me with dreams.
You terrify me with visions.
15My throat prefers to be choked.
My bones welcome death.
16I hate my life. I don’t want to live forever.
Let me alone. My days have no meaning.
17“Why do you make man so important?
Why do you give him so much attention?
18Will you examine him every morning?
Why do you test him every moment?
19Will you never look away from me?
Will you not let me alone even long enough to swallow?
20If I have sinned, what have I done to you,
you watcher of men?
Why have you made me your target?
Have I become a heavy load for you?
21Why don’t you pardon my wrongs
and forgive my sins?
I will soon lie down in the dust and die.
You will search for me, but I will be no more.”