My eyes have grown dim from grief, and my whole body has become but a shadow.
My face has grown red with weeping, and darkness covers my eyes,
Because of this, our heart is sick; because of these, our eyes grow dim:
For who knows what is good for anyone in life, in the few days of his futile life that he spends like a shadow? Who can tell anyone what will happen after him under the sun?
You have shrivelled me up #– #it has become a witness; my frailty rises up against me and testifies to my face.
My friends scoff at me as I weep before God.
My flesh is clothed with maggots and encrusted with dirt. My skin forms scabs and then oozes.