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“Do not mortals have hard service on earth? Are not their days like those of hired laborers?

“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and they come to an end without hope.

“Has not man a hard service on earth, and are not his days like the days of a hired hand?

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and come to their end without hope.

“Is not all human life a struggle? Our lives are like that of a hired hand

“My days fly faster than a weaver’s shuttle. They end without hope.

Isn’t each person consigned to forced labor  on earth? Are not his days like those of a hired worker?

My days pass more swiftly than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.

Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? Are not his days also like the days of an hireling?

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.

“Is there not a time of hard service for man on earth? Are not his days also like the days of a hired man?

“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope.

“Human life is a struggle, isn’t it? It’s a life sentence to hard labor. Like field hands longing for quitting time and working stiffs with nothing to hope for but payday, I’m given a life that meanders and goes nowhere— months of aimlessness, nights of misery! I go to bed and think, ‘How long till I can get up?’ I toss and turn as the night drags on—and I’m fed up! I’m covered with maggots and scabs. My skin gets scaly and hard, then oozes with pus. My days come and go swifter than the click of knitting needles, and then the yarn runs out—an unfinished life!

“Human life is a struggle, isn’t it? It’s a life sentence to hard labor. Like field hands longing for quitting time and working stiffs with nothing to hope for but payday, I’m given a life that meanders and goes nowhere— months of aimlessness, nights of misery! I go to bed and think, ‘How long till I can get up?’ I toss and turn as the night drags on—and I’m fed up! I’m covered with maggots and scabs. My skin gets scaly and hard, then oozes with pus. My days come and go swifter than the click of knitting needles, and then the yarn runs out—an unfinished life!

“Is a person not forced to labor on earth, And are his days not like the days of a hired worker?

“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And they come to an end without hope.

“Is not man forced to labor on earth? And are not his days like the days of a hired man?

“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope.

“Does not humanity have hard service on earth? Are not their days also like the days of a hired man?

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and they come to an end without hope.