Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; My eye wastes away with grief, Yes, my soul and my body!For my life is spent with grief, 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 in life, all the days of his vain life which he passes like a shadow? Who can tell a man what will happen after him under the sun?