4 When I lie down, I say, ‘When shall I rise?’ But the night is long, and I have my fill of tossing until dawn.
5 My body is clothed with maggots and clods of dust; my skin hardens, then it gives way again.
6 “My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and they come to an end without hope.
7 Remember that my life is a breath; my eye will not return to see good.
8 The eye of the one seeing me will not see me; your eyes are upon me, but I will be gone.
9 A cloud vanishes, and it goes away, so he who goes down to Sheol will not come up.
10 He does not return again to his house, and his place does not recognize him again.