3 So am I made to possess months of shav (vanity, futility), and lailot amal (nights of weariness) are appointed to me.
4 When I lie down, I say, Mosai (how long) till I arise? But the erev drags on, and I am full of tossings to and fro unto dawn.
5 My basar is clothed with worm and clod of aphar; my ohr (skin) is broken, and become loathsome.
6 My yamim are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without tikveh.
7 O remember that my life is ruach (wind); mine eye shall no more see tov.
8 The ayin (eye) of him that hath seen me shall see me no longer; thine eyes are upon me, and I am no more.
9 Like the anan that fades and vanisheth away, so he that goeth down to Sheol shall come up no more.