Will not my few days be completed soon? Release me, therefore, so that I may lament my sorrows a little,
I should have been as if I had not been: transferred from the womb to the tomb.
Take your hand far away from me, and do not let your dread terrify me.
Man, born of woman, living for a short time, is filled with many miseries.
(of course, we are but of yesterday and are ignorant that our days on earth are like a shadow,)
He does not permit my spirit to rest, and he fills me with bitterness.
For evils without number have surrounded me. My iniquities have taken hold of me, and I was not able to see. They have been multiplied beyond the hairs of my head. And my heart has forsaken me.
Blessed is the man whose hope is in the name of the Lord, and who has no respect for vanities and absurd falsehoods.