³     So I am destined to receive only months of meaninglessness,
        and nights of nothing but misery.
⁴     When I lie down at the end of day, I wonder,
        “How soon till morning so I can arise?”
    But the night stretches on,
        and I toss and turn until sunrise.
⁵     My putrid skin is covered with maggots and a dirty crust.
        It hardens and cracks and oozes again.