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

Who does great things past finding out; yea, and wonders without number.

Because you shall forget your misery, and remember it as waters that pass away:

Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months are with you, you have appointed his bounds that he cannot pass;

O that you would hide me in the grave, that you would conceal me, until your wrath is past, that you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!

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

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

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

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