When I lie down,

I say,

When shall I arise, and the night be gone?

and I am full of tossings to and fro

unto the dawning of the day.

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust;

my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,

and are spent without hope.

JOB 7:4-6