5. My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin closeth up and breaketh out afresh.
6. My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7. Oh remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
8. The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more: thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be.