The eye also which saw him shall see him no more; neither shall his place any more behold him.

Yet he passed away, and, lo, he was not: yea, I sought him, but he could not be found.

Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks, and lookest narrowly unto all my paths; thou settest a print upon the heels of my feet.

And dost thou open thine eyes upon such an one, and bringest me into judgment with thee?

When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man is vanity. Selah.

Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our secret sins in the light of thy countenance.

For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.