For manis bornfor trouble,As sparksflyupward.
"Man,who is bornof woman,Is short-livedand fullof turmoil.
"Is not manforcedto laboron earth,And [are not] his dayslike the daysof a hiredman?
As for the daysof our life,they contain seventyyears,Or ifdue to strength,eightyyears,Yet their prideis [but] laborand sorrow;For soonit is goneand we flyaway.
Allthingsare wearisome;Manis not ableto tell[it]. The eyeis not satisfiedwith seeing,Noris the earfilledwith hearing.
For whatdoes a mangetin allhis laborand in his strivingwith whichhe laborsunderthe sun?
Becauseallhis dayshis taskis painfuland grievous;evenat nighthis minddoes not rest.Thistoois vanity.
Whydid I evercomeforthfrom the wombTo lookon troubleand sorrow,So that my dayshave beenspentin shame?
Notemptationhas overtakenyou but such as is common to man;and Godis faithful,whowill not allowyou to be temptedbeyondwhatyou are able,but with the temptationwill providethe way of escapealso,so that you will be ableto endureit.
