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My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death,
Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxes old because of all mine enemies.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: my eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.
For this our heart is saddened; for these things our eyes are become dim.
My days are past, my thoughts were broken off, even the purposes of my heart.
I am gone like the shadow when it declines; I am tossed up and down by the wind as the locust.
For who knows what is good for man in this life, all the days of the life of his vanity which he causes to be as a shadow? for who shall teach the man what shall be after him under the sun?