so I am allotted months of emptiness, and nights of misery are apportioned to me.
I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.
I have seen everything that is done under the sun, and behold, all is vanity and a striving after wind.
Behold, you have made my days a few handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely all mankind stands as a mere breath! Selah
“Oh, that I were as in the months of old, as in the days when God watched over me,
Surely now God has worn me out; he has made desolate all my company.
Like a slave who longs for the shadow, and like a hired hand who looks for his wages,
For he will complete what he appoints for me, and many such things are in his mind.
My eye wastes away because of grief; it grows weak because of all my foes.