Job 7:5

3so I am made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.

4When I lie down, I say, ‘When will I arise, and the night be gone?’ I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.

5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.

6My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.

7Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye will no more see good.