Nor the sight of man may behold me. Homo natus de muliere, brevi vivens tempore, repletur multis miseriis. Qui quasi flos egreditur, et conteritur, et fugit velut umbra, et numquam in eodem statu permanet. Breves dies hominis sunt, numerus mensium eius apud te est. Constituisti terminos eius, qui praeteriri non poterunt.
Man born of Woman, living a short time, is replenished with many miseries.
Who as a flower cometh forth and is destroyed, and flyeth as a shadow, and never abideth in the same state. The days of man are short, the number of his months is with thee. Thou hast appointed his limits, which cannot be passed. Depart a little from him, that he may rest, until his day wished for, do come, even as of the hireling. Miserere mei, dum veneris in novissimo die.