¹¹ What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is mine end, that I should be patient?

¹⁴ For he knoweth our frame; He remembereth that we are dust.

¹⁵ As for man, his days are as grass; As a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.

¹⁶ For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; And the place thereof shall know it no more.

²³ He weakened my strength in the way; He shortened my days.

⁵ Behold, thou hast made my days `as' handbreadths; And my life-time is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. Selah

¹ My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is `ready' for me.

⁵ Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: In the morning they are like grass which groweth up.

⁶ In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; In the evening it is cut down, and withereth.

⁷ For we are consumed in thine anger, And in thy wrath are we troubled.

⁸ Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, Our secret sins in the light of thy countenance.

⁹ For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: We bring our years to an end as a sigh.

¹⁰ The days of our years are threescore years and ten, Or even by reason of strength fourscore years; Yet is their pride but labor and sorrow; For it is soon gone, and we fly away.

⁴ As for me, is my complaint to man? And why should I not be impatient?

¹⁴ If I have said to corruption, Thou art my father; To the worm, `Thou art' my mother, and my sister;

¹⁵ Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?

¹⁶ It shall go down to the bars of Sheol, When once there is rest in the dust.

²⁸ Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.

²⁵ Wilt thou harass a driven leaf? And wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?

²⁰ Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,

⁵ My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.

⁶ My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.

⁷ Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good.