So am I made to possess months of vanity, And wearisome nights are appointed to me.
I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.
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.
Oh that I were as in months past, As in the days when God preserved me;
But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company.
As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, And as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work:
For he performeth the thing that is appointed for me: And many such things are with him.
Mine eye is consumed because of grief; It waxeth old because of all mine enemies.