Aren't my days few? Cease then. Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
withdraw your hand far from me; and don't let your terror make me afraid.
*Man, who is born of a woman, is of few days, and full of trouble.
(For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days on earth are a shadow.)
He will not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away, and exist no more.*
Behold, you have made my days handbreadths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath.* Selah.