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;
10 he shall return no more to his house; neither shall his place know him any more.
11 Therefore, I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.