Thomson(i)
3 Just so have I waited months in vain, and wearisome nights have been doled out to me.
4 When I lay me down to rest, I say, When will it be day? And soon as I rise; I again say, When will it be evening? I am full of pains from evening till morning;
5 and my body swarms with the putrefaction of worms: and I moisten the clods of earth with the ichor of ulcers.