Job 7:3-7 So ⌊I had to inherit⌋* months of worthlessness, and nights of misery are apportioned to me.

LEB⁽ⁱ⁾ ³ So _⌊I had to inherit_⌋* months of worthlessness, and nights of misery are apportioned to me. ⁴ When I lie down, I say,* 'When shall I rise?' But* the night is long, and I have my fill of tossing until dawn. ⁵ My body is clothed with maggots and clods of dust; my skin hardens, then* it gives way again. ⁶ "My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and they come to an end _⌊without hope_⌋.* ⁷ Remember that my life is a breath; my eye will not return to see good.