1<\/sup>The life of man upon earth is a warfare, and his days are like the days of a hireling.<\/span> <\/p>\n 2<\/sup>As a servant longeth for the shade, as the hireling looketh for the end of his work;<\/span> <\/p>\n 3<\/sup>So I also have had empty months, and have numbered to myself wearisome nights.<\/span> <\/p>\n 4<\/sup>If I lie down to sleep, I shall say: When shall arise? and again I shall look for the evening, and shall be filled with sorrows even till darkness.<\/span> <\/p>\n 5<\/sup>My flesh is clothed with rottenness and the filth of dust, my skin is withered and drawn together.<\/span> <\/p>\n 6<\/sup>My days have passed more swiftly than the web is cut by the weaver, and are consumed without any hope.<\/span> <\/p>\n 7<\/sup>Remember that my life is but wind, and my eyes shall not return to see good things.<\/span> <\/p>\n 8<\/sup>Nor shall the sight of man behold me: thy eyes are upon me, and I shall be no more.<\/span> <\/p>\n 9<\/sup>As a cloud is consumed, and passeth away: so he that shall go down to hell shall not come up.<\/span> <\/p>\n 10<\/sup>Nor shall he return my more into his house, neither shall his place know him any more.<\/span> <\/p>\n 11<\/sup>Wherefore I will not spare my month, I will speak in the affliction of my spirit: I will talk with the bitterness of my soul.<\/span> <\/p>\n 12<\/sup>Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou hast enclosed me in a prison?<\/span> <\/p>\n 13<\/sup>If I say: My bed shall comfort me, and I shall be relieved speaking with myself on my couch:<\/span> <\/p>\n 14<\/sup>Thou wilt frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions.<\/span> <\/p>\n 15<\/sup>So that my soul rather chooseth hanging, and my bones death.<\/span> <\/p>\n 16<\/sup>I have done with hope, I shall now live no longer: spare me, for my days are nothing.<\/span> <\/p>\n 17<\/sup>What is a man that thou shouldst magnify him? or why dost thou set thy heart upon him?<\/span> <\/p>\n 18<\/sup>Thou visitest him early in the morning, and thou provest him suddenly.<\/span> <\/p>\n 19<\/sup>How long wilt thou not spare me, nor suffer me to swallow down my spittle?<\/span> <\/p>\n 20<\/sup>I have sinned: what shall I do to thee, O keeper of men? why hast thou set me opposite to thee, and I am become burdensome to myself?<\/span> <\/p>\n 21<\/sup>Why dost thou not remove my sin, and why dost thou not take away my iniquity? Behold now I shall sleep in the dust: and if thou seek me in the morning, I shall not be.<\/span> <\/p>\n