Job 7:1

1“Isn’t a man forced to labor on earth? Aren’t his days like the days of a hired hand?

2As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow, as a hireling who looks for his wages,

3so I am made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.

4When I lie down, I say, ‘When will I arise, and the night be gone?’ I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.

5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.