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 burial-site.
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.”