4. When I lie down, I say, ‘When am I going to rise, and the night be ended?’ For I have had my fill of tossing till dawn.
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.