Job 7
3 Ref So am I made to possess months of misery, Wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4 Ref 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 Ref My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
6 Ref My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
7 Ref Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye shall no more see good.