3 So am I allotted months of vanity, And nights of trouble are appointed me.
4 "When I lie down I say, 'When shall I arise?' But the night continues, And I am continually tossing until dawn.
5 "My flesh is clothed with worms and a crust of dirt, My skin hardens and runs.
6 "My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And come to an end without hope.
7 "Remember that my life is but breath; My eye will not again see good.
8 "The eye of him who sees me will behold me no longer; Your eyes will be on me, but I will not be.
9 "When a cloud vanishes, it is gone, So he who goes down to Sheol does not come up.