4 When I lie down I say, When shall I arise and the night be gone? And I am full of tossing to and fro till the dawning of the day.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and has become loathsome, and it closes up and breaks out afresh.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7 Oh, remember that my life is but wind (a puff, a breath, a sob); my eye shall see good no more.
8 The eye of him who sees me shall see me no more; while your eyes are upon me, I shall be gone.
9 As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so he who goes down to Sheol (the place of the dead) shall come up no more.
10 He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.