[1] Is there not an appointed time to man are not his days of an hireling? [2] As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work: [3] So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me. [4] When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day. [5] My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome. [6] My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope. [7] O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good. [8] The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not. [9] As the cloud is consumed so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up [10] He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know