5. My body is covered with worms and dirt, my skin is cracked and it festers.
6. My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without expectancy.
7. Remember that my life is a breath! My eye is never again to see good.
8. The eye of him who sees me sees me no longer. Your eyes are upon me, and I am no more.
9. The cloud fades and vanishes away, so he who goes down to the grave does not come up.
10. He returns no more to his house, nor does his place know him any more.
11. I also, I do not hold my mouth, I speak in the distress of my spirit, I complain in the bitterness of my being.
12. Am I the sea, or a sea monster, that You set a guard over me?
13. When I say, ‘My bed does comfort me, my couch does ease my complaint,’
14. then You frighten me with dreams and make me afraid with visions,
15. so that my being chooses strangling, death rather than my bones.