3 so am I made to possess months of misery,wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4 When I lie down, I say,‘When shall I arise, and the night be gone?’I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust.My skin closes up, 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 shall no more see good.
8 The eye of him who sees me shall see me no more.Your eyes shall be on me, but I shall not be.
9 As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away,so he who goes down to Sheol shall come up no more.