Rotherham(i)
3 So, have I been made to inherit months of calamity, and, nights of weariness, have been appointed me.
4 As soon as I lie down, I say, When shall I arise? yet he lengtheneth out the evening, and I am wearied with tossings until the breeze of twilight.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and a coating of dust, My skin, hath hardened, and then run afresh: