Shall not the fewness of my days be ended shortly? Suffer me, therefore, that I may lament my sorrow a little,
Man, born of a woman, living for a short time, is filled with many miseries.
For evils without number have surrounded me; my iniquities have overtaken me, and I was not able to see. They are multiplied above the hairs of my head: and my heart hath forsaken me.
Blessed is the man whose trust is in the name of the Lord; and who hath not had regard to vanities, and lying follies.
Withdraw thy hand far from me: and let not thy dread terrify me.
(For we are but of yesterday, and are ignorant that our days upon earth are but a shadow:)
He alloweth not my spirit to rest: and he filleth me with bitterness.
I should have been as if I had not been, carried from the womb to the grave.