I loathe (my life); I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.
How long wilt thou not look away from me, Nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will put off my (sad) countenance, and be of good cheer;
Man, that is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.
Yea, I am as a man that heareth not, And in whose mouth are no reproofs.