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3 so I am made to possess months of vanity, and weary nights are appointed to me.
4 When I lie down, I say, When shall I rise? But the night is long, and I am full of tossing to and fro until the dawning of the day.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and has run afresh.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are ended without hope.
7 Remember that my life is a breath; my eye shall no more see good.