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].
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