3 so I have been assigned months of futility,and nights of trouble have been appointed to me.
4 When I lie down, I say,‘When will I arise and the night be ended?’And I am full of restlessness until the dawn.
5 My flesh is covered with worms and caked with dirt;my skin is broken, and has become loathsome.
6 “My days fly more swiftly than a weaver’s shuttle,and are spent without hope.
7 Oh, remember that my life is a breath!My eye will never again see good.
8 The eye of him who sees me will behold me no more;your eyes will be on me, but I will be no more.
9 As the cloud disappears and vanishes away,so he who goes down to Sheol will come up no more.