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

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

⁹ Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again?

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

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.

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

⁶ Surely every man walketh in a vain show; Surely they are disquieted in vain: He heapeth up `riches', and knoweth not who shall gather them.

⁸⁴ How many are the days of thy servant? When wilt thou execute judgment on them that persecute me?

⁴ Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away.

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.