My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, and as the stream of brooks they pass away;

Who doeth great things past finding out; yes, and wonders without number.

Because thou shalt forget thy misery, and remember it as waters that pass away:

Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months is with thee, thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass;

O that thou wouldst hide me in the grave, that thou wouldst keep me secret, until thy wrath is past, that thou wouldst appoint me a set time, and remember me!

My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.

He hath fenced up my way that I cannot pass, and he hath set darkness in my paths.

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

In a moment they shall die, and the people shall be troubled at midnight, and pass away: and the mighty shall be taken away without hand.