7:3 So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
7:5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
7:6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7:7 O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
7:8 The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.
7:10 He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
7:12 Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
7:13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
7:14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:
7:15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
7:16 I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
7:17 What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?
7:18 And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, and try him every moment?
7:19 How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?