One nation oppressed another nation, and one city oppressed another city, because God was bringing trouble and distress on them.

My life was cut off and ended, Like a tent that is taken down, Like cloth that is cut from a loom. I thought that God was ending my life.

All night I cried out with pain, As if a lion were breaking my bones. I thought that God was ending my life.

If a man dies, can he come back to life? But I will wait for better times, wait till this time of trouble is ended.

My years are passing now, and I walk the road of no return.

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

the wicked may grow like weeds, those who do wrong may prosper; yet they will be totally destroyed,

Their fame is ended at home and abroad; no one remembers them any more.

but they will be blown away like dust. Those who used to know them will wonder where they have gone.

Jehoram had become king at the age of thirty-two and had ruled in Jerusalem for eight years. Nobody was sorry when he died. They buried him in David's City, but not in the royal tombs.

but later I passed by, and he wasn't there; I looked for him, but couldn't find him.

Good people will be remembered as a blessing, but the wicked will soon be forgotten.