1. Isn’t mankind consigned to forced labor on earth?Are not his days like those of a hired hand?
2. Like a slave he longs for shade;like a hired man he waits for his pay.
3. So I have been made to inherit months of futility,and troubled nights have been assigned to me.
4. When I lie down I think:When will I get up?But the evening drags on endlessly,and I toss and turn until dawn.