Why let people go on living in misery?
Why give light to those in grief?
They wait for death, but it never comes;
they prefer a grave to any treasure.
They are not happy till they are dead and buried;
God keeps their future hidden and hems
them in on every side.
Instead of eating, I mourn, and I can never
stop groaning.
Everything I fear and dread comes true
I have no peace, no rest, and my
troubles never end.
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