7 “Has not man a hard service upon earth,
    and are not his days like the days of a hireling?
² Like a slave who longs for the shadow,
    and like a hireling who looks for his wages,
³ so I am allotted months of emptiness,
    and nights of misery are apportioned to me.
⁴ When I lie down I say, ‘When shall I arise?’
    But the night is long,
    and I am full of tossing till the dawn.

⁶ My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,
    and come to their end without hope.