3 thus I have been made to inherit months of futility,and nights of sorrow have been appointed to me.
4 If I lie down, I say, ‘When will I arise?’,and the night stretches onand I toss and turn restlesslyuntil the day dawns.
5 My body is clothed with worms and dirty scabs;my skin is broken and festering.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttleand they come to an end without hope.
7 Remember that my life is but a breath,that my eyes will never again see happiness.
8 The eye of him who sees me now will see me no more;your eyes will look for me, but I will be gone.
9 As a cloud is dispersed and then disappears,so the one who goes down to the grave does not come up again.