Job 7:8

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust.

My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,

and are spent without hope.

Oh remember that my life is a breath.

My eye will no more see good.

As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away,

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

He will return no more to his house,

neither will his place know him any more.

“Therefore I will not keep silent.

I will speak in the anguish of my spirit.

I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.