4. When I lie down, I say, ‘When shall I arise,And the night be ended?’For I have had my fill of tossing till dawn.
5. My flesh is caked with worms and dust,My skin is cracked and breaks 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!My eye will never again see good.
8. The eye of him who sees me will see me no more;While your eyes are upon me, I shall no longer be.