so I have had void months, and I have numbered travailous nights to me.
But now my sorrow hath oppressed me, and all my limbs be driven into nought.
When he hath [ful] filled his will in me, also many other like things be ready to him.
Who giveth to me, that I be beside the eld months, by the days in which God kept me?
As an hart desireth shadow, and as an hired man abideth the end of his work;
Lo! thou hast set [or put] my days measurable; and my substance is as nought before thee. Nevertheless all vanity; each man living.
I travailed in my wailing, I shall wash my bed by each night; I shall moisten, either make wet, my bedstraw with my tears.
Mine eye is troubled of strong vengeance; I waxed eld or old among all mine enemies.
I saw all things that be made under the sun, and lo! all things be vanity and torment of spirit.