My eye has grown dim from grief, and all my members are like a shadow.
My face is red with weeping, and deep darkness is on my eyelids,
My eyes waste away because of grief; they grow weak because of all my foes.
Because of this our hearts are sick; because of these things our eyes have grown dim:
For who knows what is good for mortals while they live the few days of their vain life, which they pass like a shadow? For who can tell them what will be after them under the sun?
I am gone like a shadow at evening; I am shaken off like a locust.
And he has shriveled me up, which is a witness against me; my leanness has risen up against me, and it testifies to my face.
My friends scorn me; my eye pours out tears to God,
My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt; my skin hardens, then breaks out again.
Depart from me, all you workers of evil, for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.