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 wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
8. The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.
9. As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.
10. He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
11. Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.