My brothers have dealt deceitfully as a torrent; they pass away as the streams of torrents,

who is doing great things past finding out; yea, marvelous things without number?

for you shall forget your misery, and you shall remember it as waters that pass away.

For his days are fixed, the number of his months is with You, and You have set his bounds so that he cannot pass;

Who will grant that You would hide me in the grave, that You would keep me secret, until Your wrath is past, that You would set me a fixed time and remember me?

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

He has fenced up my way so 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 watched over me;

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