so am I allotted months of futility. And nights of trouble have been appointed to me.
But now He has wearied me. You have stunned all my company.
For He makes complete my law, and many like these are with Him.
“Oh, that I were as in months past, as in the days when Eloah protected me;
Like a servant who sighs for the shade, and like a hireling longing for his wages,
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.”
I have grown weary with my groaning; Every night I flood my bed; I drench my couch with my tears.
My eye has grown dim because of grief; It grows old because of all my adversaries.
I have seen all the works that are done under the sun. And see, all was futile and feeding on wind.