5. My body is clothed with worms and scabs,my skin is broken and festering.
6. ‘My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,and they come to an end without hope.
7. Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath;my eyes will never see happiness again.
8. The eye that now sees me will see me no longer;you will look for me, but I will be no more.
9. As a cloud vanishes and is gone,so one who goes down to the grave does not return.
10. He will never come to his house again;his place will know him no more.
11. ‘Therefore I will not keep silent;I will speak out in the anguish of my spirit,I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12. Am I the sea, or the monster of the deep,that you put me under guard?
13. When I think my bed will comfort meand my couch will ease my complaint,
14. even then you frighten me with dreamsand terrify me with visions,