Are not my days few? Cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
Man that is born of a woman Is of few days, and full of trouble.
O spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go hence, and be no more.
Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; And mine age is as nothing before thee: Verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.
Withdraw thine hand far from me: And let not thy dread make me afraid.
(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.
I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.