and not sin in what I say.
I will hold my tongue
when the ungodly are around me.”
not even speaking of good things—
the turmoil within me grew worse.
the hotter I got,
igniting a fire of words:
Remind me that my days are numbered—
how fleeting my life is.
My entire lifetime is just a moment to you;
at best, each of us is but a breath.”
and all our busy rushing ends in nothing.
We heap up wealth,
not knowing who will spend it.
My only hope is in you.
Do not let fools mock me.
for my punishment is from you.
I am exhausted by the blows from your hand.
you consume like a moth what is precious to us.
Each of us is but a breath.
Listen to my cries for help!
Don’t ignore my tears.
For I am your guest—
a traveler passing through,
as my ancestors were before me.
before I am gone and exist no more.