What is my strength, that I should wait?\par\tab And what is mine end, that I should be patient?
He weakened my strength in the way;\par\tab He shortened my days.
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
My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct,\par\tab The grave is {\i ready} for me.
As for me, is my complaint to man?\par\tab And why should I not be impatient?
Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth,\par\tab Like a garment that is moth-eaten.\par
Wilt thou harass a driven leaf?\par\tab And wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?
Are not my days few? cease then,\par\tab And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
Is my strength the strength of stones?\par\tab Or is my flesh of brass?
How hast thou helped him that is without power!\par\tab How hast thou saved the arm that hath no strength!
Jehovah, make me to know mine end,\par\tab And the measure of my days, what it is;\par\tab Let me know how frail I am.
If I look for Sheol as my house;\par\tab If I have spread my couch in the darkness;