Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am in distress; my eye is wasted from grief; my soul and my body also.For my life is spent with sorrow, and my years with sighing; my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones waste away.
For who knows what is good for man while he lives the few days of his vain life, which he passes like a shadow? For who can tell man what will be after him under the sun?