ASV(i)
3 So am I made to possess months of misery,
And wearisome nights are appointed to me. 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.
And wearisome nights are appointed to me. 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.