"Whatis my strength,that I should wait?And whatis my end,that I should endure?
"Would He not letmy fewdaysalone?Withdrawfrom me that I may havea littlecheer
"Will You causea drivenleafto tremble?Or will You pursuethe drychaff?
While I am decayinglike a rottenthing,Like a garmentthat is moth-eaten.
"My spiritis broken,my daysare extinguished,The graveis [ready] for me.
"IfI lookfor Sheolas my home,I makemy bedin the darkness;
"As for me, is my complaintto man?And whyshould I not be impatient?
"Whata helpyou are to the weak!How you have savedthe armwithoutstrength!
"Is my strengththe strengthof stones,Oris my fleshbronze?
He has weakenedmy strengthin the way;He has shortenedmy days.
"LORD,make me to knowmy endAnd whatis the extentof my days;Let me knowhowtransientI am.
"Behold,You have mademy days[as] handbreadths,And my lifetimeas nothingin Your sight;Surelyeverymanat his bestis a merebreath.Selah.
