4. If I lie down to sleep, I will say, "When will I rise?" And next I will hope for the evening and will be filled with sorrows even until darkness.
5. My flesh is clothed with particles of rottenness and filth; my skin is dried up and tightened.
6. My days have passed by more quickly than threads are cut by a weaver, and they have been consumed without any hope.
7. Remember that my life is wind, and my eye will not return to see good things.
8. Neither will the sight of man gaze upon me; your eyes are upon me, and I will not endure.
9. Just as a cloud is consumed and passes away, so he who descends to hell will not ascend.
10. He will not return again to his house, nor will his own place know him any longer.
11. And because of this, I will not restrain my mouth. I will speak in the affliction of my spirit. I will converse from the bitterness of my soul.