1 Is there not a warfare to man upon earth?
2 As a servant that earnestly desireth the shadow,
3 So am I made to possess months of misery,
4 When I lie down, I say,
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust;
6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,
7 Oh remember that my life is a breath:
8 The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more;
9 As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away,
10 He shall return no more to his house,
11 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth;
12 Am I a sea, or a sea-monster,
13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me,
14 Then thou scarest me with dreams,
15 So that my soul chooseth strangling,
16 I loathe
17 What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him,
18 And that thou shouldest visit him every morning,
19 How long wilt thou not look away from me,
20 If I have sinned, what do I unto thee, O thou watcher of men?
21 And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity?