Job 7:5-7

Young's Literal Translation

⁵ Clothed hath been my flesh [with] worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,

⁶ My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.

⁷ Remember Thou that my life [is] a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.