Job 7:3-7 So, have I been made to inherit months of calamity, and, nights of weariness, have been appointed me.

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: ⁶ My days, are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and they are spent, without hope.
⁷ Remember thou, that, a wind, is my life, not again shall mine eye see blessing: