Darby(i)
3 So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4 If I lie down, I say, When shall I rise up, and the darkness be gone? and I am full of tossings until the dawn.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and suppurates.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver`s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7 Remember thou that my life is wind; mine eye shall no more see good.