to whom alone the land was given when no foreigner passed among them.

He has blocked my way so I cannot pass, and has set darkness over my paths.

Proud beasts have not set foot on it, and no lion has passed along it.

Then a breath of air passes by my face; it makes the hair of my flesh stand up.

If he passes by me, I cannot see him, if he goes by, I cannot perceive him.

My days have passed, my plans are shattered, even the desires of my heart.

In a moment they die, in the middle of the night, people are shaken and they pass away. The mighty are removed effortlessly.

Terrors are turned loose on me; they drive away my honor like the wind, and like a cloud my deliverance has passed away.

But now, the sun cannot be looked at – it is bright in the skies – after a wind passed and swept the clouds away.

But if they refuse to listen, they pass over the river of death, and expire without knowledge.

Since man’s days are determined, the number of his months is under your control; you have set his limit and he cannot pass it.

“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!

For you will forget your trouble; you will remember it like water that has flowed away.

My brothers have been as treacherous as a seasonal stream, and as the riverbeds of the intermittent streams that flow away.

You overpower him once for all, and he departs; you change his appearance and send him away.

If he comes by and confines you and convenes a court, then who can prevent him?

They glide by like reed boats, like an eagle that swoops down on its prey.

He spares a person’s life from corruption, his very life from crossing over the river.

“My days are swifter than a runner, they speed by without seeing happiness.

If only you would keep completely silent! For you, that would be wisdom.