Or why was I not buried like a stillborn infant, like infants who have never seen the light?

Like a servant longing for the evening shadow, and like a hired man looking for his wages,

They glide by like reed boats, like an eagle that swoops down on its prey.

Are your days like the days of a mortal, or your years like the years of a mortal,

Did you not pour me out like milk, and curdle me like cheese?

to the land of utter darkness, like the deepest darkness, and the deepest shadow and disorder, where even the light is like darkness."

So I waste away like something rotten, like a garment eaten by moths.

He grows up like a flower and then withers away; he flees like a shadow, and does not remain.

Like a vine he will let his sour grapes fall, and like an olive tree he will shed his blossoms.

Like a dream he flies away, never again to be found, and like a vision of the night he is put to flight.

How often are they like straw before the wind, and like chaff swept away by a whirlwind?