TSK · Job 6:11

Are not my days few? Cease, then, and leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,

So I waste away like something rotten, like a garment eaten by moths.

If I hope for the grave to be my home, if I spread out my bed in darkness,

where then is my hope? And my hope, who sees it?

Look, you make my days short-lived, and my life span is nothing from your perspective. Surely all people, even those who seem secure, are nothing but vapor.(Selah)

He has taken away my strength in the middle of life; he has cut short my days.