[ 16:17] My belly has been parched with wailing, and darkness is on my eyelids.

My eye is troubled because of my wrath; I am worn out because of all my enemies.

Pity me, O Lord, for I am afflicted; my eye is troubled with indignation, my soul and my belly.

For my life is spent with grief, and my years with groanings; my strength has been weakened through poverty, and my bones are troubled.

For this has grief come; our heart is sorrowful: for this our eyes are darkened.

I am removed as a shadow in its going down; I am tossed up and down like locusts.

For who knows [what is] good for a man in his life, [during] the number of the life of the days of his vanity? And he has spent them as a shadow; for who shall tell a man what shall be after him under the sun?