My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.

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 this our heart is faint; for these things our eyes are dim.

I am gone like the shadow when it declineth: I am tossed up and down as the locust.

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?