¹“Is not man consigned to labor on earth? ²Like a slave he longs for shade; ³So I am allotted months of futility, ⁴When I lie down I think: ⁵My flesh is clothed with worms ⁶My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; ⁷Remember that my life is but a breath. ⁸The eye that beholds me will no longer see me. ⁹As a cloud vanishes and is gone, ¹⁰He never returns to his house; ¹¹Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; ¹²Am I the sea, or the monster of the deep, ¹³When I think my bed will comfort me ¹⁴then You frighten me with dreams ¹⁵so that I would prefer strangling and death ¹⁶I loathe my life! I would not live forever. ¹⁷What is man that You should exalt him, ¹⁸that You attend to him every morning, ¹⁹Will You never look away from me, ²⁰If I have sinned, what have I done to You, ²¹Why do You not pardon my transgression