Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
I would have been as though I had not been; I would have been carried from the womb to the grave.
Withdraw your hand far from me: and let not your dread make me afraid.
Man that 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 upon earth are a shadow:)
He will not permit me to take my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away, and be no more.
Behold, you have made my days as a handbreadth; and my age is as nothing before you: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.