2. As a servant desireth the shadow, And as a hireling expecteth his wage,
3. So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And nights of misery they numbered to me.
4. If I lay down then I said, `When do I rise!' And evening hath been measured, And I have been full of tossings till dawn.
5. Clothed hath been my flesh [with] worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
6. My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.