⁶⁷ In the morning you shall say, Would it were even! and at even you shall say, Would it were morning! for the fear of your heart which you shall fear, and for the sight of your eyes which you shall see.

³⁴ so that you shall be mad for the sight of your eyes which you shall see.

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

⁴ When I lie down, I say, 'When shall I arise, and the night be gone?' I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.

⁶ In those days people will seek death, and will in no way find it. They will desire to die, and death will flee from them.