and nights of misery have been assigned to me.
my skin is broken and festering.
and they come to an end without hope.
7 Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath;
my eyes will never see happiness again.
8 The eye that now sees me will see me no longer;
9 As a cloud vanishes and is gone,
so one who goes down to the grave does not return.
his place will know him no more.
I will speak out in the anguish of my spirit,
I will complain in the bitterness of my soul." (Job 7: 3-11)