Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul?

Who are glad -- unto joy, They rejoice when they find a grave.

That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!

My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.

And Rebekah saith unto Isaac, 'I have been disgusted with my life because of the presence of the daughters of Heth; if Jacob take a wife of the daughters of Heth, like these -- from the daughters of the land -- why do I live?'

and he himself hath gone into the wilderness a day's Journey, and cometh and sitteth under a certain retem-tree, and desireth his soul to die, and saith, 'Enough, now, O Jehovah, take my soul, for I [am] not better than my fathers.'

And now, O Jehovah, take, I pray Thee, my soul from me, for better [is] my death than my life.'

And it cometh to pass, about the rising of the sun, that God appointeth a cutting east wind, and the sun smiteth on the head of Jonah, and he wrappeth himself up, and asketh his soul to die, and saith, 'Better [is] my death than my life.'

Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,

Look away from off him that he may cease, Till he enjoy as an hireling his day.

Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.

Look from me, and I brighten up before I go and am not!

Only -- vanity [are] the low, a lie the high. In balances to go up they than vanity [are] lighter.

And He consumeth in vanity their days, And their years in trouble.

Man to vanity hath been like, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.

For there are many things multiplying vanity; what advantage [is] to man?

For who knoweth what [is] good for a man in life, the number of the days of the life of his vanity, and he maketh them as a shadow? for who declareth to man what is after him under the sun?