7:1  "Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? Are not his days also like the days of a hireling?

7:2  As a servant earnestly desires the shade, and as a hireling looks for his wages,

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

7:4  When I lie down, I say, 'When shall I rise?' But the night is long, and I am full of tossing to and fro until the dawning of the day.

7:5  My flesh is clothed with maggots and dusty scabs; my skin cracks open and runs with pus.

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

7:7  O remember that my life is a breath; my eye shall no more see good.

7:8  The eye of him who has seen me shall see me no more; while your eyes are upon me, I shall be no more.

7:9  As the cloud fades and vanishes away, so he who goes down to the grave shall come up no more.

7:10  He shall return no more to his house, nor shall his place know him any more.

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

7:12  Am I like the sea, or a whale, that You set a watch over me?

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

7:14  Then You scare me with dreams, and terrify me with visions;

7:15  So that my soul chooses strangling, and death rather than my life.

7:16  I despise my life; I will not live forever; let me alone, for my days are vanity.

7:17  What is man, that You should magnify him, and that You should set Your heart on him,

7:18  And that You should visit him every morning, and try him every moment?

7:19  How long? Will You not look away from me, nor let me alone until I swallow down my spittle?

7:20  If I have sinned, what shall I do to You, O Watcher of men? Why have You set me as Your target, so that I am a burden to myself?

7:21  And why do You not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? For now I shall sleep in the dust, and You shall seek me in the morning, but I shall not be."