Be gracious to me, Lord, because I am in distress; my eyes are worn out from angry sorrow— my whole being as well.Indeed, my life is consumed with grief and my years with groaning; my strength has failed because of my sinfulness, and my bones waste away.
For who knows what is good for man in life, in the few days of his futile life that he spends like a shadow? Who can tell man what will happen after him under the sun?