3 So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4 When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? 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 become loathsome.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7 O remember that my life is a breath: my eye shall no more see good.
8 The eye of him that has seen me shall see me no more: your eyes are upon me, and I am not.
9 As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away: so he that goes down to the grave shall come up no more.