Oh that I were as in months past, as in the days when God preserved me;

I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.

I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.