We are all born weak and helpless. 1 All lead the same short, troubled life.
We grow and wither as quickly as flowers; we disappear like shadows.
Will you even look at me, God, or put me on trial and judge me?
Nothing clean can ever come from anything as unclean as human beings.
The length of our lives is decided beforehand - the number of months we will live. You have settled it, and it can't be changed.
Look away from us and leave us alone; let us enjoy our hard life - if we can.
There is hope for a tree that has been cut down; it can come back to life and sprout.