5. My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
6. My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7. O remember that my life is a breath: my eye shall no more see good.
8. The eye of him that has seen me shall see me no more: your eyes are upon me, and I am not.
9. As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away: so he that goes down to the grave shall come up no more.