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

⁶ I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

⁷ But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company.

² Oh that I were as in the months of old, As in the days when God watched over me;

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

¹⁴ I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and, behold, all is vanity and a striving after wind.