Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
Withdraw thine hand far from me: and let not thy 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 suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.
Behold, thou hast made my days as a handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.