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 my life; I would not live always:

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?