My days pass by without hope, pass faster than a weaver's shuttle.

Remember, O God, my life is only a breath; my happiness has already ended.

I give up; I am tired of living. Leave me alone. My life makes no sense.

Our life is short, we know nothing at all; we pass like shadows across the earth.

My days race by, not one of them good.

My life passes like the swiftest boat, as fast as an eagle swooping down on a rabbit.

We are all born weak and helpless. All lead the same short, troubled life.

How short you have made my life! In your sight my lifetime seems nothing. Indeed every living being is no more than a puff of wind,

As for us, our life is like grass. We grow and flourish like a wild flower;

then the wind blows on it, and it is gone--- no one sees it again.

Why are people so important to you? Why pay attention to what they do?

Won't you look away long enough for me to swallow my spit?

Can't you ever forgive my sin? Can't you pardon the wrong I do? Soon I will be in my grave, and I'll be gone when you look for me.

stop punishing me, and don't crush me with terror.

Leave me alone so that I may have some happiness before I go away and am no more.