²⁰ O! my friends, full of words; mine eye droppeth (out tears) to God.

²¹ And I would, that a man were deemed so with God, as the son of man is deemed with his fellow. (And I wish, that there was someone to plead with God for me, like the son of a man who pleadeth for his fellow, or for his friend.)

²² For lo! short years pass, and I go a path, by which I shall not turn again (by which I shall not return).