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7:1  Isn’t slavery everyone’s condition on earth, our days like those of a hired worker?
7:2  Like a slave we pant for a shadow, await our task like a hired worker.
7:3  So I have inherited months of emptiness; nights of toil have been measured out for me.
7:4  If I lie down and think—When will I get up?— night drags on, and restless thoughts fill me until dawn.
7:5  My flesh is covered with worms and crusted earth; my skin hardens and oozes.
7:6  My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they reach their end without hope.
7:7  Remember that my life is wind; my eyes won’t see pleasure again.
7:8  The eye that sees me now will no longer look on me; your eyes will be on me, and I won’t exist.
7:9  A cloud breaks apart and moves on— like the one who descends to the grave and won’t rise,
7:10  won’t return home again, won’t be recognized in town anymore.
7:11  But I won’t keep quiet; I will speak in the adversity of my spirit, groan in the bitterness of my life.
7:12  Am I Sea or the Sea Monster that you place me under guard?
7:13  If I say, “My couch will comfort me,” my bed will diminish my murmuring.
7:14  You scare me with dreams, frighten me with visions.
7:15  I would choose strangling and death instead of my bones.
7:16  I reject life; I don’t want to live long; leave me alone, for my days are empty.
7:17  What are human beings, that you exalt them, that you take note of them,
7:18  visit them each morning, test them every moment?
7:19  Why not look away from me; let me alone until I swallow my spit?
7:20  If I sinned, what did I do to you, guardian of people? Why have you made me your target so that I’m a burden to myself?
7:21  Why not forgive my sin, overlook my iniquity? Then I would lie down in the dust; you would search hard for me, and I would not exist.