“What is mankind that you make so much of them, and that you pay attention to them?

Nor is there an arbiter between us, who might lay his hand on us both,

and throw your gold in the dust – your gold of Ophir among the rocks in the ravines –

Are not my days few? Cease, then, and leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,

“O that you would hide me in Sheol, and conceal me till your anger has passed! O that you would set me a time and then remember me!

when I said, ‘To here you may come and no farther, here your proud waves will be confined’?

Who has put wisdom in the heart, or has imparted understanding to the mind?

“But now they mock me, those who are younger than I, whose fathers I disdained too much to put with my sheep dogs.