7:4. If I lie down to sleep, I shall say: When shall I rise? and again, I shall look for the evening, and shall be filled with sorrows even till darkness.
7:5. My flesh is clothed with rottenness and the filth of dust; my skin is withered and drawn together.
7:6. My days have passed more swiftly than the web is cut by the weaver, and are consumed without any hope.
7:7. Remember that my life is but wind, and my eye shall not return to see good things.
7:8. Nor shall the sight of man behold me: thy eyes are upon me, and I shall be no more.
7:9. As a cloud is consumed, and passeth away: so he that shall go down to hell shall not come up.
7:10. Nor shall he return any more into his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
7:11. 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.
7:12. Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou hast inclosed me in a prison?
7:13. If I say: My bed shall comfort me, and I shall be relieved, speaking with myself on my couch: