Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am in distress; my eyes grow weak with sorrow, my soul and body with grief.My life is consumed by anguish and my years by groaning; my strength fails because of my affliction, and my bones grow weak. (niv)
For who knows what is good for a person in life, during the few and meaningless days they pass through like a shadow? Who can tell them what will happen under the sun after they are gone? (niv)