My eye also is dim because of sorrow, and all my members are like a shadow.
My face is inflamed with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death,
My friends scorn me; my eyes pour out tears unto God.
You have filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me; and my leanness has risen up and bears witness to my face.
My flesh is covered with worms and caked with dirt; my skin is broken, and has become loathsome.
I am gone like a shadow when it lengthens; I am shaken off like a locust.
My eyes waste away from grief; they grow weak because of all my enemies.
Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity; for the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping.
For who knows what is good for a person in life during the number of the days of his vain life, which pass like a shadow? For who can declare to a person what will occur after him under the sun?
For this our heart is faint; for these things our eyes grow dim;