5. My flesh is clothed with rottenness and the filth of dust, my skin is withered and drawn together.
6. My days have passed more swiftly than the web is cut by the weaver, and are consumed without any hope.
7. Remember that my life is but wind, and my eyes shall not return to see good things.
8. Nor shall the sight of man behold me: thy eyes are upon me, and I shall be no more.
9. As a cloud is consumed, and passeth away: so he that shall go down to hell shall not come up.
10. Nor shall he return my more into his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
11. Wherefore I will not spare my month, I will speak in the affliction of my spirit: I will talk with the bitterness of my soul.
12. Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou hast enclosed me in a prison?
13. If I say: My bed shall comfort me, and I shall be relieved speaking with myself on my couch: