Coverdale(i)
3 Euen so haue I laboured whole monethes longe (but in vayne) and many a carefull night haue I tolde.
4 When I layed me downe to slepe, I sayde: O when shal I ryse? Agayne, I longed sore for the night. Thus am I full off sorowe, till it be darcke.
5 My flesh is clothed with wormes, fylthinesse and dust: my skynne is wythered, and crompled together: