BSB(i)
3 So I am allotted months of futility, and nights of misery are appointed me.
4 When I lie down I think: ‘When will I get up?’ But the night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and encrusted with dirt; my skin is cracked and festering.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.
7 Remember that my life is but a breath. My eyes will never again see happiness.