3 So I have been made to inherit months of futility, and troubled nights have been assigned to me.
4 When I lie down I think: When will I get up? But the evening drags on endlessly, and I toss and turn until dawn.
5 My flesh is clothed with maggots and encrusted with dirt. My skin forms scabs and then oozes.
6 My days pass more swiftly than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.
7 Remember that my life is but a breath. My eye will never again see anything good.
8 The eye of anyone who looks on me will no longer see me. Your eyes will look for me, but I will be gone.
9 As a cloud fades away and vanishes, so the one who goes down to •Sheol will never rise again.
10 He will never return to his house; his hometown will no longer remember him.
11 Therefore I will not restrain my mouth. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12 Am I the sea or a sea monster, that You keep me under guard?
13 When I say: My bed will comfort me, and my couch will ease my complaint,
14 then You frighten me with dreams, and terrify me with visions,
15 so that I prefer strangling — death rather than life in this body.
16 I give up! I will not live forever . Leave me alone , for my days are a breath.
17 What is man, that You think so highly of him and pay so much attention to him?
18 You inspect him every morning , and put him to the test every moment .
19 Will You ever look away from me, or leave me alone long enough to swallow?
20 If I have sinned, what have I done to You, Watcher of mankind? Why have You made me Your target, so that I have become a burden to You?
21 Why not forgive my sin and pardon my transgression? For soon I will lie down in the grave. You will eagerly seek me, but I will be gone.
