so am I made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.
But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company.
For he performs that which is appointed for me. Many such things are with him.
*Oh that I were as in the months of old, as in the days when God watched over me;
As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow, as a hireling who looks for his wages,
Behold, you have made my days handbreadths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath.* Selah.
I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.
My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and behold, all is vanity and a chasing after wind.