⁴ When I lie down, I think, “How long before I get up?”
But the night drags on,
and I am filled with restlessness until dawn.
⁵ My flesh is clothed with maggots and caked with dirt.
My skin scabs over and then oozes again.
⁶ My days pass by more swiftly than the shuttle of a weaver’s loom.
They come to an end without hope.