so I am allotted months of emptiness, and nights of misery are apportioned to me.
Surely now God has worn me out; he has made desolate all my company.
For he will complete what he appoints for me, and many such things are in his mind.
“O that I were as in the months of old, as in the days when God watched over me,
Like a slave who longs for the shadow, and like laborers who look for their wages,
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
I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.
My eyes waste away because of grief; they grow weak because of all my foes.
I saw all the deeds that are done under the sun, and see, all is vanity and a chasing after wind.