4 If I lie down to sleep, I will say, 'When will I rise?' And next I will hope for the evening and will be filled with sorrows even until darkness.
5 My flesh is clothed with particles of rottenness and filth; my skin is dried up and tightened.
6 My days have passed by more quickly than threads are cut by a weaver, and they have been consumed without any hope.
7 Remember that my life is wind, and my eye will not return to see good things.
8 Neither will the sight of man gaze upon me; your eyes are upon me, and I will not endure.
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