We've been listening to Job in his anguish for three days now. But today he directs his words directly at God about the brevity and harshness of life.

"Is not life on earth a drudgery, its days like those of a hireling? Like a slave who longs for the shade, a hireling who waits for wages, So I have been assigned months of futility, and troubled nights have been counted off for me." — JOB 7:1-3