1. Why is life so hard?Why do we suffer?
2. We are slaves in search of shade;we are labourers longingfor our wages.
3. God has made my days drag onand my nights miserable.
4. I pray for night to end,but it stretches outwhile I toss and turn.
5. My parched skin is coveredwith worms, dirt, and sores,
15-16. I'd rather choke to deaththan live in this body.Leave me alone and let me die;my life has no meaning.