Job 7:6

so I am made to possess months of misery,

wearisome nights are appointed to me.

When I lie down, I say,

‘When will I arise, and the night be gone?’

I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust.

My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.

Oh remember that my life is a breath.

My eye will no more see good.

The eye of him who sees me will see me no more.

Your eyes will be on me, but I will not be.

As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away,

so he who goes down to Sheol will come up no more.