Like a star of heaven it (the sickness) flasheth down, like a night-flood it cometh.
Adversity is set against the trembling man, and threateneth him like a lion—
It hath stricken that man, and
The man rusheth about like one who is mad—
Like one whose heart is smitten he goeth to and fro,
Like one thrown into the fire he burneth,
Like the wild ass that runneth (?), his eyes are filled with cloud,
Being alive, he eateth, yet is he bound up with death.
The disease,[4] which is like a violent wind, nobody knoweth its path—
Its completed time, and its connection nobody knoweth.”