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 thy hand far from me, and let not dread of thee terrify me.
“Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble.
for we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, for our days on earth are a shadow.
he will not let me get my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
Look away from me, that I may know gladness, before I depart and be no more!”
Behold, thou hast made my days a few handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing in thy sight. Surely every man stands as a mere breath! Selah