Job 7:7

⁵  My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

⁶  My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

⁷  O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

⁸  The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine 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.