5 My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt;my skin hardens, then breaks out afresh.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttleand come to their end without hope.
7 “Remember that my life is a breath;my eye will never again see good.
8 The eye of him who sees me will behold me no more;while your eyes are on me, I shall be gone.
9 As the cloud fades and vanishes,so he who goes down to Sheol does not come up;
10 he returns no more to his house,nor does his place know him anymore.
11 “Therefore I will not restrain my mouth;I will speak in the anguish of my spirit;I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.