Let them be like grass on the rooftops,
which withers before it grows up

in the morning it sprouts and grows;
by evening it withers and dries up.

The floods have lifted up, Lord,
the floods have lifted up their voice;
the floods lift up their pounding waves.

Wake up, my soul!
Wake up, harp and lyre!
I will wake up the dawn.

Wake up, harp and lyre!
I will wake up the dawn.

In vain you get up early and stay up late,
working hard to have enough food—
yes, He gives sleep to the one He loves.

As when one plows and breaks up the soil,
turning up rocks,
so our bones have been scattered
at the mouth of Sheol.