Are not my days few? Then cease! Leave me alone, so that I brighten up a little,
I should have been as though I had not been – brought from the womb to the grave.
Withdraw Your hand far from me, and let not dread of You make me afraid.
“Man born of woman is of few days and turmoil-filled.
for we are but of yesterday, and know not, because our days on earth are as a shadow.
He does not allow me to recover my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
“Look away from me, That I might brighten up, Before I go away and am no more.”
“See, You have made my days as handbreadths, And my lifetime is as non-existence before You; Only, all men standing, are all breath. Selah.