Job 7:3-5

ECB^{(i) 3} thus I inherit moons of vanity and nights of toil are numbered to me. ⁴ I lie down and I say, When do I arise? and the evening flies away and I am satiated by tossings to and fro until the evening breeze. ⁵ My flesh enrobes with maggots and clods of dust; my skin splits and dissipates: