“Do not human beings have a hard service on earth and are not their days like the days of a laborer? ... My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt; my skin hardens, then breaks out again ... Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul ... I loathe my life; I would not live forever. Let me alone, for my days are a breath.”
- Job 7:1, 5, 11, 16
