Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,

Are my days not few? Withdraw from me, that I may have a little comfort,

Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;

before I go—never to return— to a land of darkness and gloom,

A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.

to a land of utter darkness, of deep shadow and disorder, where even the light is like darkness.”