For all our days have failed; and we have failed in thine ire. Our years we shall bethink upon as a spider;
Be they made as dust before the face of the wind; and the angel of the Lord make them strait.
Lord, hear thou my prayer, and my beseeching; perceive thou with ears my tears. Be thou not still, for I am a comeling with thee; and a pilgrim, as all my fathers.
Lo! thou hast set [or put] my days measurable; and my substance is as nought before thee. Nevertheless all vanity; each man living.
And the days of them failed in vanity; and the years of them failed with haste.
For a thousand years be before thine eyes; as yesterday, which is passed, and as [the] keeping in the night.