Oh that I were as in months past, in the days when God preserved me!

I am wearied with my groaning; I shall wash my bed every night; I shall water my couch with tears.

Behold, You have made my days old; and my existence [is] as nothing before You; indeed, every man living [is] altogether vanity. Pause.

I beheld all the works that were done under the sun; and indeed, all is vanity and grasping for the wind.