so I have been assigned months of futility, and nights of trouble have been appointed to me.
But now He has made me weary; You have made desolate all my company.
For He performs what is appointed for me, and many such things are with Him.
“Oh, that I were as in months past, as in the days when God watched over me;
Like a servant, he longs for the shade, and like a hired worker, he looks for his wages,
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
I am weary with my groaning; all night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.
My eyes waste away from grief; they grow weak because of all my enemies.
I have seen everything that is done under the sun; and behold, everything is vanity and like chasing the wind.