so I am caused to inherit months of emptiness; and nights of trouble are appointed to me.
But now He has made me weary. You have desolated all my company.
For He fulfilled my lot, and many like these are with Him.
Oh that I were as in months past, as in the days when God watched over me;
As a servant pants for the shade, and as a hireling looks for his wages,
Behold, like a handbreadth You gave my days; even my life was non-existence before You; surely every man standing is all vanity. Selah.
I am weary in my groaning; I shall make my bed swim in all the night; I melt my couch with my tears.
My eye is dim because of grief; it wastes away because of all those distressing me.
I have seen all the works which are done under the sun; and, behold, all is vanity and striving after wind!