Job 7:5-10

5My body is clothed with worms and scabs, my skin is broken and festering.

6“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and they come to an end without hope.

7Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath; my eyes will never see happiness again.

8The eye that now sees me will see me no longer; you will look for me, but I will be no more.

9As a cloud vanishes and is gone, so one who goes down to the grave does not return.

10He will never come to his house again; his place will know him no more.