For what my strength that I shall wait and what my end, that I shall prolong my soul?
He answered in the way of his strength: he shortened my days.
Behold, thou gavest my days a hand-breadth, and my life as nothing before thee: but every man stood all vanity. Silence.
My spirit being destroyed my days were extinct; the graves are for me.
I, is my complaint to man? and then wherefore shall not my spirit be shortened?
And he as rottenness will fall away; as a garment the moth ate it.
Wilt thou terrify the scattered leaf? and wilt thou pursue the dry straw?
Is it not my days few? He will cease; he will turn from me, and I shall be cheerful a little,
If my strength the strength of stones? if my flesh of brass?
How didst thou help to him of no strength? didst thou save the arm of no strength?
O Jehovah, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; I shall know how I fail.
If I shall wait, hades is my house: in darkness I spread my bed.