Is there no war in this world? Does his days not resemble those of hired workers?

Like a servant eagerly admiring the shadows, like a hired worker hoping for wages.

I have also passed through the hardships of the sun and moon, and the fatigue of the night is determined for me.

When I lie down, I say, “When will I get up and the night will pass?”? I kept going back and forth until dawn.

My body is clothed with insects and dust. My skin just closed and broke again.

My days are faster than a shuttle, they are all consumed in despair.

Please miss me, my life is just a breath. My eyes will never see happiness again.

Those who look at me will not see me again in their eyes. Your eyes are looking at me, but I’m not there.

The clouds dissipated and passed by. Similarly, even if a person goes down to the underworld, they will no longer come up.

He no longer returns to his own home, and his homeland no longer knows him.

I don’t prohibit my mouth. My spirit is sorrowful, I want to speak. I am distressed and want to express my sorrow.

I said to God, Am I the ocean or a great fish, yet you defend me?

If my bed comforts me, and my bed explains my afflictions.

You scare me with dreams and threaten me with visions.

Even I would rather choke to death, rather die than leave my bones all over.

I detest life and do not want to live forever. You let me alone, because my days are all empty.

What is a person? You see him as great and take him to heart,

Inspect him every morning and constantly test him.

When did you stop looking at me and let me swallow my saliva?

O Lord of discernment, if I be guilty, what shall I do to you? Why do you make me your target and make me despise my own life?

Why don’t you forgive my wrongdoing and get rid of my sins. I will lie down in the dust now. You are diligently searching for me, but I am no longer there.