TSK · Job 6:11

Aren't my days few? Cease then. Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,

though I am decaying like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.

If I look for Sheol as my house, if I have spread my couch in the darkness,

where then is my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?

Behold, you have made my days handbreadths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath." Selah.

He weakened my strength along the course. He shortened my days.