so I have inherited months of futility, and nights of distress have been appointed to me.
Surely now He has exhausted me; You have devastated my entire household.
For He fulfills the decree against me, and many such things are with Him.
“O that I could be as in the months gone by, as in the days when God watched over me,
Like a slave longing for the shadow, or a hired man waiting for his pay,
“Let me know, Adonai, my end and what the number of my days is. Let me know how short-lived I am.
For there is no memory of You in death, in Sheol who will praise You?
I am worn out with my groaning. Every night I make my bed swim, drenching my pillow with my tears.
I have seen all the deeds done under the sun; and behold, all is meaningless and chasing after the wind.