4. When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro to the dawning of the day.
5. My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and become lothsome.
6. My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7. O remember that my life is wind: my eye will no more see good.
8. The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thy eyes are upon me, and I am not.
9. As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.