²⁰ Aren't my days few? Cease then, Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,

¹ "Man, who is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.

¹³ Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go away, and be no more."

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

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

¹⁶ I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone; for my days are but a breath.

¹⁷ What is man, that you should magnify him, That you should set your mind on him,

¹⁸ That you should visit him every morning, And test him every moment?

¹⁹ How long will you not look away from me, Nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?

²⁰ If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? Why have you set me as a mark for you, So that I am a burden to myself?

²¹ Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I shall not be."

⁹ (For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, Because our days on earth are a shadow.)

²⁵ "Now my days are swifter than a runner. They flee away, they see no good,

²⁶ They have passed away as the swift ships, As the eagle that swoops on the prey.

²¹ Withdraw your hand far from me; And don't let your terror make me afraid.

⁵ Behold, you have made my days handbreadths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath." Selah.

¹⁵ As for man, his days are like grass. As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.

¹⁶ For the wind passes over it, and it is gone. Its place remembers it no more.