Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
Man, that is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.
Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go hence, and be no more.
Behold, thou hast made my days as handbreadths; And my life-time is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. [Selah
Withdraw thy hand far from me; And let not thy terror make me afraid.
(For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, Because our days upon earth are a shadow);
He will not suffer me to take my breath, But filleth me with bitterness.
I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.