Job 7:7DRA

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 wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

8The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no : thine eyes upon me, and I not.

9the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no .