And his life will be full of trouble.
We are like shadows that soon pass by.
You always want me to explain the wrong things that I have done.
I would like to know why you want me to do that.
No one can change them so that they live like that.
You know the number of months that we will live. And we cannot change that.
I may live like a servant. But please let me enjoy my life.
Instead, new branches will grow.
Its branches may have fallen off and the tree may be nearly dead.
And its branches will start to grow again.
Then they die and they can never live again.
they both become dry.
They will not wake while the sky is above the earth.
Hide me until you are no longer angry with me.
Then decide when you will remember me.
So I will wait until my troubles have stopped.
Then I might hope to have a better life.
Then you will have pleasure, because you made me.
But you will not still remember the wrong things that I have done.
And you will hide them so that you never see them again.
and rocks move from their places.
When the rain falls, nothing remains on the earth.
And in the end, because of the things that you do,
no man can hope to have a better life.
You change his face and you send him away.
Nor does he know if they have wasted their lives.
He does not think about the pain that other people feel.
And when he is sad, he thinks only about himself.’