Job 7:4-7

When I lie down I think, “How long before I get up?” The night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn. My body is clothed with worms and scabs, my skin is broken and festering. ‘My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and they come to an end without hope. Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath; my eyes will never see happiness again.