So am I made to possess months of vanity, And wearisome nights are appointed to me.
But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company.
For he performeth that which is appointed for me: And many such things are with him.
Oh that I were as in the months of old, As in the days when God watched over me;
As a servant that earnestly desireth the shadow, And as an hireling that looketh for his wages:
Behold, thou hast made my days as handbreadths; And mine age is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. Selah
I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
Mine eye wasteth away because of grief; It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.
I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and, behold, all is vanity and a striving after wind.