Answer:
Today he is there to trip you up. And he will torture you tomorrow. Yet he is also there to ease the pain, when you are lost in grief and sorrow.
A hill full, a hole full, yet you cannot catch a bowl full.
As I walked along the path I saw something with four fingers and one thumb, but it was not flesh, fish, bone or fowl.
They try to beat me, they try in vain. And when I win, I end the pain.
A tiny bead, like fragile glass, strung along a cord of grass.
As round as an apple. As deep as a cup. All the king's horses can't pull it up.