Troublesome Comforter

I have become a laughing stock to my companions

One calling to God for an answer.

Is not wisdom found among the aged,

And does not understanding come with a long life?

If only you would keep absolutely silent,

That would show wisdom on your part.

Oh man born of woman is short-lived and

his days although few are filled with trouble

He grope in darkness where there is no light.

However God draws him away from the brink of

distress, To a broad space,

free of restriction with food on the table as consolation.

For soon i will lie down in the dust,

and you will look for me

But i will be gone.

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