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

⁶ I am weary with my groaning; Every night I flood my bed; I drench my couch with my tears.

⁷ But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have 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, you have made my days handbreadths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath." Selah.

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