My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
3So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
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