My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are like a shadow.
My face is foul from weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
My eye is consumed because of grief; it grows old because of all my enemies.
For this our heart is faint; for these things our eyes are dim.
For who knows what is good for man in this life, all the days of his vain life which he spends like a shadow? for who can tell a man what shall be after him under the sun?
I am gone like the shadow when it declines: I am shaken off like the locust.
And you have filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me bears witness to my face.
My friends scorn me: but my eye pours out tears unto God.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity; for the LORD has heard the voice of my weeping.