Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief,[ yea], my soul and my belly.For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
For who knoweth what[ is] good for man in[ this] life, all the days of his vain life which he spendeth as a shadow? for who can tell a man what shall be after him under the sun?