Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little
Man, who is born of a woman, is of few days, and full of trouble.
O spare me, that I may recover strength before I go from here, and be no more.
Behold, thou have made my days [as] handbreadths, and my life-time is as nothing before thee. Surely every man at his best condition is altogether vanity. Selah.
Withdraw thy hand far from me, and do not let thy dread make me afraid.
(for we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days upon earth are a shadow).
He will not allow me to take my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.