1. “Is not all human life a struggle?Our lives are like that of a hired hand,
2. like a worker who longs for the shade,like a servant waiting to be paid.
3. I, too, have been assigned months of futility,long and weary nights of misery.
4. Lying in bed, I think, ‘When will it be morning?’But the night drags on, and I toss till dawn.
5. My body is covered with maggots and scabs.My skin breaks open, oozing with pus.