^{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.