3 So am I allotted months of vanity, And nights of trouble are appointed me.
4 |When I lie down I say, 'When shall I arise?' But the night continues, And I am continually tossing until dawn.
5 |My flesh is clothed with worms and a crust of dirt, My skin hardens and runs.
6 |My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And come to an end without hope.
7 |Remember that my life is [but] breath; My eye will not again see good.
8 |The eye of him who sees me will behold me no longer; Your eyes [will be] on me, but I will not be.
9 |When a cloud vanishes, it is gone, So he who goes down to Sheol does not come up.
10 |He will not return again to his house, Nor will his place know him anymore.
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 the sea monster, That You set a guard over me?
13 |If I say, My bed will comfort me, My couch will ease my complaint,'
14 Then You frighten me with dreams And terrify me by visions;
15 So that my soul would choose suffocation, Death rather than my pains.
16 |I waste away; I will not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are [but] a breath.
17 |What is man that You magnify him, And that You are concerned about him,
18 That You examine him every morning And try him every moment?
19 |Will You never turn Your gaze away from me, Nor let me alone until I swallow my spittle?
20 |Have I sinned? What have I done to You, O watcher of men? Why have You set me as Your target, So that I am a burden to myself?
21 |Why then do You not pardon my transgression And take away my iniquity? For now I will lie down in the dust; And You will seek me, but I will not be.|
