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