Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
I should have been as though I had not been; I would have been carried from the womb to the grave.
Withdraw Your hand far from me, and let not Your fear make me afraid.
Man born of woman is of few days, and full of trouble.
for we are but of yesterday and know nothing, because our days on earth are a shadow.
who will not allow me to take my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
Look away from me, and I will smile before I go away and be no more.
Behold, You have made my days as a handbreadth, and my age is as nothing before You. Surely every man standing is altogether vanity. Selah.