Job 7:5 BBE

³  So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of weariness are given to me.

⁴  When I go to my bed, I say, When will it be time to get up? but the night is long, and I am turning from side to side till morning light.

⁵  My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.

⁶  My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.

⁷  O, keep in mind that my life is wind: my eye will never again see good.