¹⁴ whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. What is your life? For ye are a vapor, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.

³ For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand.

⁵ Behold, thou hast made my days `as' handbreadths; And my life-time is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. Selah

²⁴ For, All flesh is as grass, And all the glory thereof as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower falleth:

¹ Man, that is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.

² He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

¹⁷ And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever.

⁶ My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.

⁷ Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good.

²⁵ Now my days are swifter than a post: They flee away, they see no good,

²⁶ They are passed away as the swift ships; As the eagle that swoopeth on the prey.

¹⁰ and the rich, in that he is made low: because as the flower of the grass he shall pass away.

⁷ But the end of all things is at hand: be ye therefore of sound mind, and be sober unto prayer:

⁴⁷ Oh remember how short my time is: For what vanity hast thou created all the children of men!