Are not my days few? Stop then, and leave me alone that I may cheer up a little,
I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
Withdraw Your hand far from me, and let not the dread of You make me afraid.
“Man who is born of a woman is of few days and full of trouble.
for we were born but yesterday and know nothing, because our days on earth are a shadow.
He will not allow me to get my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
Turn Your gaze away from me, that I may become cheerful again, before I go away and am no more.
Behold, You have made my days as a few handbreadths, and my age is as nothing before You. Surely every man at his best is as a mere breath.” Selah