Thou didst try my heart; thou didst review the night; thou didst refine me, thou wilt find nothing: I purposed, my mouth shall not pass by.

Behold, thou gavest my days a hand-breadth, and my life as nothing before thee: but every man stood all vanity. Silence.

For nothing is deliverance to them? In anger bring down the peoples, O God.

Who to me in the heavens? and from thee I desired nothing in the earth.