If only my life could once again be as it was when God watched over me.

I am worn out with grief; every night my bed is damp from my weeping; my pillow is soaked with tears.

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,

I have seen everything done in this world, and I tell you, it is all useless. It is like chasing the wind.