So I have been allotted months of futility, And wearisome nights have been appointed to me.
I am weary with my groaning; All night I make my bed swim; I drench my couch with my tears.
I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and indeed, all is vanity and grasping for the wind.
Indeed, You have made my days as handbreadths, And my age is as nothing before You; Certainly every man at his best state is but vapor. Selah
“Oh, that I were as in months past, As in the days when God watched over me;
But now He has worn me out; You have made desolate all my company.
Like a servant who earnestly desires the shade, And like a hired man who eagerly looks for his wages,
For He performs what is appointed for me, And many such things are with Him.
My eye wastes away because of grief; It grows old because of all my enemies.