³ so I have been allotted months of futility,
    and nights of misery have been assigned to me.^(A)

⁶ I am worn out^(A) from my groaning.^(B)

All night long I flood my bed with weeping^(C)
    and drench my couch with tears.^(D)

⁵ You have made my days^(A) a mere handbreadth;
    the span of my years is as nothing before you.
Everyone is but a breath,^(B)
    even those who seem secure.^[a]

² “How I long for the months gone by,^(A)
    for the days when God watched over me,^(B)

⁷ Surely, God, you have worn me out;^(A)
    you have devastated my entire household.^(B)