What strength do I have ⌞left⌟ that I can go on hoping? What goal do I have that I would want to prolong my life?
“ ‘Isn’t my life short enough? So stop ⌞this⌟, and leave me alone. Let me smile a little
Are you trying to make a fluttering leaf tremble or trying to chase dry husks?
I am like worn-out wineskins, like moth-eaten clothes.
“My spirit is broken. My days have been snuffed out. The cemetery ⌞is waiting⌟ for me.
If I look for the grave as my home and make my bed in the darkness,
Am I complaining about a person? Why shouldn’t I be impatient?
“You have helped the person who has no power and saved the arm that isn’t strong.
Do I have the strength of rocks? Does my body have the strength of bronze?
He has weakened my strength along the way. He has reduced ⌞the number of⌟ my days.
“Teach me, O Lord, about the end of my life. Teach me about the number of days I have left so that I may know how temporary my life is.
Indeed, you have made the length of my days ⌞only⌟ a few inches. My life span is nothing compared to yours. Certainly, everyone alive is like a whisper in the wind. Selah