CAB(i)
3 So have I also endured months of vanity, and nights of pain have been appointed me.
4 Whenever I lie down, I say, When will it be day? And whenever I rise up, again I say when will it be evening? And I am full of pains from evening to morning.
5 And my body is covered with loathsome worms; and I waste away, scraping off clods of dust from my eruption.
6 And my life is lighter than a word, and has perished in vain hope.
7 Remember then that my life is breath, and my eye shall not yet again see good.