I am this day fourscore years old: can I discern between good and bad? can thy servant taste what I eat or what I drink? can I hear any more the voice of singing men and singing women? wherefore then should thy servant be yet a burden unto my lord the king?

I am now eighty years old: good and bad are the same to me; have meat and drink any taste for me now? am I able to take pleasure in the voices of men or women in song? why then am I to be a trouble to my lord the king?

ειμαι σημερον ογδοηκοντα ετων ηλικιας· δυναμαι να καμω διακρισιν μεταξυ καλου και κακου; δυναται ο δουλος σου να αισθανθη τι τρωγω, η τι πινω; δυναμαι να ακουσω πλεον την φωνην των αδοντων η των αδουσων; δια τι λοιπον ο δουλος σου να ηναι ετι και φορτιον εις τον κυριον μου τον βασιλεα;

I am this day fourscore years old: and can I discern between good and evil? can thy servant taste what I eat or what I drink? can I hear any more the voice of singing men and singing women? wherefore then should thy servant be yet a burden unto my lord the king?