For my life is spent with sorrow, and my years with sighing; my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones waste away. Indeed, if a man should live many years, let him rejoice in them all, and let him remember the days of darkness, for they will be many. Everything that is to come will be futility. How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart all the day? With reproofs You chasten a man for iniquity; You consume as a moth what is precious to him; Surely every man is a mere breath. Make us glad according to the days You have afflicted us, And the years we have seen evil.