Are not my days few? Then cease, and leave me alone, that I may find a little cheer
and were as though I had not been, carried from the womb to the grave.
withdraw your hand far from me, and let not dread of you terrify me.
"Man who is born of a woman is few of 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 smile again, before I depart and am no more!"
Behold, you have made my days a few handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely all mankind stands as a mere breath! Selah