3So I am allotted months of futility,
and nights of misery are appointed me.
4When I lie down I think:
‘When will I get up?’
But the night drags on,
and I toss and turn until dawn.
5My flesh is clothed with worms
and encrusted with dirt;
my skin is cracked and festering.
6My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle;
they come to an end without hope.
7Remember that my life is but a breath.
My eyes will never again see happiness.
— Job 7:3-7