is there not a time of hardships for man place on earth

are not one's day also like the day of a working man

like a servant who earnestly desires

like a working man who eagerly awaits for his hard earn wages

been allotted , months of futility

and wearisome nights that have been appointed

when one lays down, questions

when will one be awaken

and the night to come to a close

had fills of tossing til dawn

flesh that was contaminated with worms and dust that's unsettle

skin that is cracked and chapped, breaks out of one's face

days are swifter than an agile track runner

days spend hopelessly with nothing to live for

remember that life is a breath

eyes that will never again see good

the eyes of Him who sees the one, will not see no more

while Your eyes are upon one, there will no longer be

the clouds disappears and vanishes away to a place of the unknown

anyone who is bury in the grave will not come up

no one shall ever return home

his home is no longer recognizable

therefore, thoughts will not be restain

speaking in the anguish of one's spirit

complaining to the bitterness of the soul

when one conveys that the bed is comfortable

the couch will ease to one's issue

fright of dreams unwarranted

vision being terrify without understanding

the soul chooses strangling and even death before the body

life being loathe

life full of uncertainties

days are but a breath

gasping for air that means what

what defines a man in which You exalt him

Your heart is set on his

visiting him every morning

testing him every moment

for how long? will You not look away

let one be even saliva was being swallow inside of the mouth

did a sin occur

what was done to You?

why be Your target

perhaps one is being a burden to You

why not pardon one's transgression

take away any form of iniquities

You seek relentlessly, but the one will no longer be