CLV(i)
3 So am I allotted months of futility for me, And nights of misery have they assigned to me.
4 When I lie down, then I say, When shall I rise? Yet the evening measures on, And I am surfeited with restlessness until the morning gloaming.
5 My flesh is clothed with maggot and dirty scab; My skin is split apart and is fetid.