Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am in distress. My eye, my soul, and my body waste away with grief.For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
For who knows what is good for man in life, all the days of his vain life which he spends like a shadow? For who can tell a man what will be after him under the sun?