So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
But now he has made me weary: you have made desolate all my company.
For he performes the thing that is appointed for me: and many such things are with him.
Oh that I were as in months past, as in the days when God preserved me;
As a servant earnestly desires the shadow, and as an hireling looks for the reward of his work:
Behold, you have made my days as an handbreadth; and my age is as nothing before you: truly every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.
I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
My eye is consumed because of grief; it waxes old because of all my enemies.
I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.