Job 7:3-7

3so I have been allotted months of futility, and nights of misery have been assigned to me. 4When I lie down I think, ‘How long before I get up?’ The night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn. 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.