5 My flesh is clothed with maggots and clods of dirt; My skin is broken and festering.
6 My days fly faster than a weaver’s shuttle and come to an end without hope.
7 Remember, my life is but a breath; my eyes will not see goodness again!
8 The eye that sees me now will see me no more; your eyes will be on me, but I will be no more.
9 As a cloud vanishes and is gone, so one descending into Sheol does not come up;
10 he will never return to his house, his place does not know him.
11 “So I will not keep silent; I will speak in the distress of my spirit, I will complain in bitterness of soul.