Are not the days of my life few? Let me alone, that I may find a little comfort
and were as though I had not been, carried from the womb to the grave.
withdraw your hand far from me, and do not let dread of you terrify me.
“A mortal, born of woman, few of days and full of trouble,
for we are but of yesterday, and we know nothing, for our days on earth are but a shadow.
he will not let me get my breath but fills me with bitterness.
Turn your gaze away from me, that I may smile again, before I depart and am no more.”
You have made my days a few handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing in your sight. Surely everyone stands as a mere breath. Selah