Job's Day Is Vanity

In Ecclesiastes we hear that to everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under the heaven. Job has planted and plucked, built up and laughed and danced, and now he has broken down. For now shall I sleep in the dust, and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be? He asks the Lord why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity?