5 My parched skin is coveredwith worms, dirt, and sores,
6 and my days are running outquicker than the threadof a fast-moving needle.
7 I beg you, God, don't forget!My life is just a breath,and trouble lies ahead.
8 I will vanish from sight,and no one, including you,will ever see me again.
9 I will disappear in the graveor vanish from sightlike a passing cloud.
10 Never will I return home;soon I will be forgotten.
11 And so, I cry out to youin agony and distress.