4 When I lie down I think, “How long before I get up?”The night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn.
5 My body is clothed with worms and scabs,my skin is broken and festering.
6 ‘My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,and they come to an end without hope.
7 Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath;my eyes will never see happiness again.
8 The eye that now sees me will see me no longer;you will look for me, but I will be no more.
9 As a cloud vanishes and is gone,so one who goes down to the grave does not return.
10 He will never come to his house again;his place will know him no more.