ECB(i)
1 Is there not a hostility to man on earth? Are his days also as the days of an hireling?
2 As a servant gulps the shadow - as a hireling awaits his deeds;
3 thus I inherit moons of vanity and nights of toil are numbered to me.
4 I lie down and I say, When do I arise? and the evening flies away and I am satiated by tossings to and fro until the evening breeze.
5 My flesh enrobes with maggots and clods of dust; my skin splits and dissipates:
6 my days are swifter than a weaver - finished off without hope.
7 O remember that my life is wind/spirit; my eye returns not to see good.
8 The eye of him who sees me lurks not; your eyes are on me, and I am not.
9 the cloud finishes off and goes; thus he who descends to sheol ascends not again;
10 he neither returns to his house, nor his place recognizes him again.
11 Also I - I spare not my mouth; I word in the tribulation of my spirit; I meditate in the bitterness of my soul.
12 Am I a sea or a monster that you set a guard over me?
13 When I say, My bedstead sighs for me, my bed lifts my meditation;
14 and you terrify me with dreams and frighten me through visions;
15 so that my soul chooses strangling and death rather than my bones.
16 I spurn; I live not eternally; let me decease; for my days are vanity.
17 What is man, that you greaten him? - that you set your heart on him?
18 - that you visit him every morning? - and proof him every blink?
19 Until when look you not from me? - nor loose me until I swallow my spit?
20 I sinned; what do I to you, O you guardian of humanity? Why set me as a target against you, so that I am a burden to myself?
21 And why lift you not my rebellion and pass away my perversity? for now I lie in the dust; and you seek me early - but I am not.