The eye of him who has seen me shall see me no more; Your eyes are on me, and I am gone.
But now he is dead; why should I fast? Can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me.
You put my feet also in the stocks, and look closely to all my paths; You set a limit for the soles of my feet.
But man dies and is cut off; and man expires, and where is he?
And You open Your eyes on such a one, and bring me into judgment with You.
He flies away like a dream, and shall not be found, and shall be chased away like a vision of the night.
An eye glimpsed him, but will not again; yea, his place shall not see him again.
The rich man shall lie down, but he shall not be gathered. He opens his eyes, and he is not.
For now I should have lain still and been quiet; I should have slept. Then I would have been at rest
And why do You not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? For now I shall sleep in the dust, and You shall seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.
If he is destroyed from his place, then it shall deny him: I have not seen you.
For the wind passes over it, and it is gone; and its place shall know it no more.
Yet he passed away, and, lo, he was not; and I looked for him, but he could not be found.
You correct a man for iniquity with rebukes, and you make his desires vanish away like a moth. Surely every man is vanity. Selah.