⁶⁷ In the morning thou shalt say, Would it were even! and at even thou shalt say, Would it were morning! for the fear of thy heart which thou shalt fear, and for the sight of thine eyes which thou shalt see.

³⁴ so that thou shalt be mad for the sight of thine eyes which thou shalt see.

³ So am I made to possess months of misery, And wearisome nights are appointed to me.

⁴ When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.

⁶ And in those days men shall seek death, and shall in no wise find it; and they shall desire to die, and death fleeth from them.