My eye has also grown dim because of sorrow, And all my members are like shadows.
My face is flushed from weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
My eye wastes away because of grief; It grows old because of all my enemies.
Because of this our heart is faint; Because of these things our eyes grow dim;
For who knows what is good for man in life, all the days of his vain life which he passes like a shadow? Who can tell a man what will happen after him under the sun?
I am gone like a shadow when it lengthens; I am shaken off like a locust.
You have shriveled me up, And it is a witness against me; My leanness rises up against me And bears witness to my face.
My friends scorn me; My eyes pour out tears to God.
My flesh is caked with worms and dust, My skin is cracked and breaks out afresh.
Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity; For the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping.