3. I, too, have been assigned months of futility,long and weary nights of misery.
4. Lying in bed, I think, ‘When will it be morning?’But the night drags on, and I toss till dawn.
5. My body is covered with maggots and scabs.My skin breaks open, oozing with pus.
6. “My days fly faster than a weaver’s shuttle.They end without hope.
7. O God, remember that my life is but a breath,and I will never again feel happiness.
8. You see me now, but not for long.You will look for me, but I will be gone.