The eye of him who sees me shall behold me no more. Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be.

He shall return no more to his house, nor shall his place know him any more.

Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, that thou set a watch over me?

Therefore I will not refrain my mouth. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

When I say, My bed shall comfort me. My couch shall ease my complaint.

And why do thou not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? For now I shall lay down in the dust, and thou will seek me diligently, but I shall not be.

Then thou scare me with dreams, and terrify me through visions,

I loathe [my life]. I would not live always. Let me alone, for my days are vanity.

so that my soul chooses strangling and death rather than [these] my bones.

What is man, that thou should magnify him, and that thou should set thy mind upon him,

If I have sinned, what do I do to thee, O thou watcher of men? Why have thou set me as a mark for thee, so that I am a burden to myself?

How long will thou not look away from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

O remember that my life is a breath. My eye shall no more see good.

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

so I am made to possess months of misery, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.

and that thou should visit him every morning, and try him every moment?

When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? And I am full of tossing to and fro to the dawning of the day.

As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow, and as a hireling who looks for his wages,

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.

Is there not a warfare to man upon earth? And are not his days like the days of a hireling?

As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so he who goes down to Sheol shall come up no more.