So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And nights of misery they numbered to me.
Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
For He doth complete my portion, And many such things `are' with Him.
Who doth make me as `in' months past, As `in' the days of God's preserving me?
As a servant desireth the shadow, And as a hireling expecteth his wage,
Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age `is' as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity `is' every man set up. Selah.
I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night `on' my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.
Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,
I have seen all the works that have been done under the sun, and lo, the whole `is' vanity and vexation of spirit!