5 My body is covered with maggots and scabs.My skin is crusted over with sores; then they ooze.
6 My days go swifter than a weaver’s shuttle.They are spent without hope.
7 Remember, my life is only a breath,and never again will my eyes see anything good.
8 The eye that watches over me will no longer see me.Your eye will look for me, but I’ll be gone.
9 As a cloud fades away and disappears,so a person goes into the grave and doesn’t come back again.
10 He doesn’t come back home again,and his household doesn’t recognize him anymore.
11 So I won’t keep my mouth shut,but I will speak from the distress that is in my spiritand complain about the bitterness in my soul.