4 When I lie down, I say, ‘When shall I arise,And the night be ended?’For I have had my fill of tossing till dawn.
5 My flesh is caked with worms and dust,My skin is cracked and breaks out afresh.
6 “My days are swifter 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 see me no more;While your eyes are upon me, I shall no longer be.
9 As the cloud disappears and vanishes away,So he who goes down to the grave does not come up.
10 He shall never return to his house,Nor shall his place know him anymore.