Are not my days few? Then cease and let me alone, that I may take a little comfort
I would have been as though I had never been, carried from the womb to the grave.
Remove Your palm from me, and let not Your terror make me afraid.
Man born of woman is short of days and full of turmoil.
for we are but of yesterday, and we do not know, because our days on earth are a shadow.
who will not allow me to bring back my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
Look away from me and I will be cheerful before I go away and be no more.
Behold, like a handbreadth You gave my days; even my life was non-existence before You; surely every man standing is all vanity. Selah.