³ So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of weariness are given to me.

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 But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.

² If only I might again be as I was in the months which are past, in the days when God was watching over me!

⁵ You have made my days no longer than a hand's measure; and my years are nothing in your eyes; truly, every man is but a breath. (Selah.)

¹⁴ I have seen all the works which are done under the sun; all is to no purpose, and desire for wind.