Are not my days few? Then stop, leave me alone so I might have a little joy,
If only I had never come into being, or been carried from womb to grave.
withdraw Your hand far from me, and do not assail me with Your terror.
“A mortal born of woman, is of few days and full of turmoil.
for we were born yesterday and know nothing, and our days on earth are but a shadow.
He does not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
Hear my prayer, Adonai, and listen to my cry— do not keep silent at my tears. For with You I am an outsider, a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
“Let me know, Adonai, my end and what the number of my days is. Let me know how short-lived I am.