Job 7:3

"Isn't a man forced to labor on earth? Aren't his days like the days of a hired hand?

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

When I lie down, I say, 'When shall I arise, and the night be gone?' I toss and turn until the dawni...

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