Job 7:5-7

Douay-Rheims 1899 American Edition

⁵ My flesh is clothed with rottenness and the filth of dust, my skin is withered and drawn together.

⁶ My days have passed more swiftly than the web is cut by the weaver, and are consumed without any hope.

⁷ Remember that my life is but wind, and my eyes shall not return to see good things.