^{3 Ref} So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And nights of misery they numbered to me.

^{4 Ref} If I lay down then I said, `When do I rise!' And evening hath been measured, And I have been full of tossings till dawn.

^{5 Ref} Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,

^{6 Ref} My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.

^{7 Ref} Remember Thou that my life `is' a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.