3. So am I allotted months of futile [suffering], and [long] nights of misery are appointed to me.
4. When I lie down I say, When shall I arise and the night be gone? And I am full of tossing to and fro till the dawning of the day.
5. My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and has become loathsome, and it 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 but wind (a puff, a breath, a sob); my eye shall see good no more.