God has made my days drag on and my nights miserable.
God has worn me down and destroyed my family;
and he will do exactly what he intends with me.
I long for the past, when God took care of me,
We are slaves in search of shade; we are labourers longing for our wages.
You made my life short, so brief that the time means nothing to you. “Human life is but a breath,
My groaning has worn me out. At night my bed and pillow are soaked with tears.
Sorrow has made my eyes dim, and my sight has failed because of my enemies.
I have seen it all, and everything is just as senseless as chasing the wind.