The Confession of a Suffering Man

How short you have made my life!

In your sight my lifetime seems nothing.

Indeed every living man

is no more than a puff of wind,

no more than a shadow.

All he does is for nothing; he gathers wealth,

but doesn=t know who will get it.

What, then, can I hope for, LORD?

I put my hope in you. Save me from all my sins,

and don=t let fools make fun of me.

I will keep quiet, I will not say a word,

for you are the one who made me suffer like this.

Psalms 39:5-9