Who doth make me as [in] months past, As [in] the days of God's preserving me?

I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night [on] my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.

Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age [is] as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity [is] every man set up. Selah.

I have seen all the works that have been done under the sun, and lo, the whole [is] vanity and vexation of spirit!