4. When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
5. My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
6. My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope.
7. Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good.
8. The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more; Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be.