4. When I lay down I say, “When will I rise?” The night drags on, and I toss until the day dawns.
5. My flesh is clothed with maggots and clods of dirt; My skin is broken and festering.
6. My days fly faster than a weaver’s shuttle and come to an end without hope.
7. Remember, my life is but a breath; my eyes will not see goodness again!