3 so I am made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4 When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise? I measure the night, and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and abominable.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and are spent without hope.
7 Remember thou that my life is wind and that my eyes shall not return to see good.
8 The eyes of those that see me now shall not see me again; thine eyes shall be upon me, and I will cease to be.
9 As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so he that goes down to Sheol, who shall not come up again;