Oh, that I might have my request,
that God would grant what I hope for,
“What strength do I have, that I should still hope?
What prospects, that I should be patient?
I have been allotted months of futility,
and nights of misery have been assigned to me.
When I lie down I think, ‘How long before I get up?’
The night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn.
“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,
and they come to an end without hope.
Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath;
my eyes will never see happiness again.
Job 6:8, 6:11, 7:4-7