7:1  Hath not man a life of labour upon earth? and are not his days like the days of a hireling?

7:2  As a bondman earnestly desireth the shadow, and a hireling expecteth his wages,

7:3  So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.

7:4  If I lie down, I say, When shall I rise up, and the darkness be gone? and I am full of tossings until the dawn.

7:5  My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and suppurates.

7:6  My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

7:7  Remember thou that my life is wind; mine eye shall no more see good.

7:8  The eye of him that hath seen me shall behold me no [more]: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.

7:9  The cloud consumeth and vanisheth away; so he that goeth down to Sheol shall not come up.

7:10  He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him again.

7:11  Therefore I will not restrain my mouth: I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

7:12  Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, that thou settest a watch over me?

7:13  When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;

7:14  Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions;

7:15  So that my soul chooseth strangling, death, rather than my bones.

7:16  I loathe it; I shall not live always: let me alone, for my days are a breath.

7:17  What is man, that thou makest much of him? and that thou settest thy heart upon him?

7:18  And that thou visitest him every morning, triest him every moment?

7:19  How long wilt thou not look away from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

7:20  Have I sinned, what do I unto thee, thou Observer of men? Why hast thou set me as an object of assault for thee, so that I am become a burden to myself?

7:21  And why dost not thou forgive my transgression and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I lie down in the dust, and thou shalt seek me early, and I shall not be.