What strength do I have, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
He has humbled my strength in the way; He has shortened my days.
“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.
“My spirit has been broken, my days have been extinguished, graves are for me.
As for me, is my complaint against man? And why should I not be impatient?
And he, like that which is rotten, wastes away, as a garment that is moth-eaten.
Would You frighten a leaf driven to and fro? And would You pursue dry stubble?
Are not my days few? Then cease! Leave me alone, so that I brighten up a little,
Is my strength the strength of stones? Is my flesh of bronze?
“How have you helped the powerless, saved an arm not strong?
“יהוה, let me know my end, And the measure of my days, what it is, Let me know how short-lived I am.
If I wait – the grave is my house, I shall make my bed in darkness,