²³ All his days are sorrow, and his work is full of grief. Even in the night his heart has no rest. This again is to no purpose.

¹ As for man, the son of woman, his days are short and full of trouble.

⁷ But trouble is man's fate from birth, as the flames go up from the fire.

² It is of no use for you to get up early, and to go late to your rest, with the bread of sorrow for your food; for the Lord gives to his loved ones in sleep.

¹³ When I say, In my bed I will have comfort, there I will get rest from my disease;

¹⁴ Then you send dreams to me, and visions of fear;

²² Making strong the souls of the disciples, saying to them that they were to keep the faith, and that we have to go through troubles of all sorts to come into the kingdom of God.

¹⁸ Then they got a stone and put it over the mouth of the hole, and it was stamped with the king's stamp and with the stamp of the lords, so that the decision about Daniel might not be changed.

¹² There is a great evil which I have seen under the sun--wealth kept by the owner to be his downfall.

¹⁸ Because in much wisdom is much grief, and increase of knowledge is increase of sorrow.

¹⁵ Make us glad in reward for the days of our sorrow, and for the years in which we have seen evil.

⁷ We are burned up by the heat of your passion, and troubled by your wrath.

⁸ You have put our evil doings before you, our secret sins in the light of your face.

⁹ For all our days have gone by in your wrath; our years come to an end like a breath.

¹⁰ The measure of our life is seventy years; and if through strength it may be eighty years, its pride is only trouble and sorrow, for it comes to an end and we are quickly gone.

² In the day of my trouble, my heart was turned to the Lord: my hand was stretched out in the night without resting; my soul would not be comforted.

³ I will keep God in memory, with sounds of grief; my thoughts are troubled, and my spirit is overcome. (Selah.)

⁴ You keep my eyes from sleep; I am so troubled that no words come.

⁴ For the weight of your hand was on me day and night; my body became dry like the earth in summer. (Selah.)

⁶ The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.

⁷ My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.

¹ That night the king was unable to get any sleep; and he sent for the books of the records; and while some one was reading them to the king,

⁹ And Jacob said, The years of my wanderings have been a hundred and thirty; small in number and full of sorrow have been the years of my life, and less than the years of the wanderings of my fathers.