Are your days like the days of a mortal, or your years like the years of a mortal,

And so Job died, old and full of days.

“Does not humanity have hard service on earth? Are not their days also like the days of a hired man?

that the evil man is spared from the day of his misfortune, that he is delivered from the day of God’s wrath?

After this Job opened his mouth and cursed the day he was born.

My heart is in turmoil unceasingly; the days of my affliction confront me.

which I reserve for the time of trouble, for the day of war and battle?

“My days are swifter than a runner, they speed by without seeing happiness.

“Man, born of woman, lives but a few days, and they are full of trouble.

Let those who curse the day curse it – those who are prepared to rouse Leviathan.

My days have passed, my plans are shattered, even the desires of my heart.

“And now my soul pours itself out within me; days of suffering take hold of me.

he wanders about – food for vultures; he knows that the day of darkness is at hand.

My spirit is broken, my days have faded out, the grave awaits me.

You know, for you were born before them; and the number of your days is great!

These men change night into day; they say, ‘The light is near in the face of darkness.’

“Let the day on which I was born perish, and the night that said, ‘A man has been conceived!’

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and they come to an end without hope.

I loathe it; I do not want to live forever; leave me alone, for my days are a vapor!

For we were born yesterday and do not have knowledge, since our days on earth are but a shadow.