¹⁴ When you are not certain what will take place tomorrow. What is your life? It is a mist, which is seen for a little time and then is gone.

³ My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.

⁵ You have made my days no longer than a hand's measure; and my years are nothing in your eyes; truly, every man is but a breath. (Selah.)

²⁴ For it is said, All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flower of the grass. The grass becomes dry and the flower dead:

¹ As for man, the son of woman, his days are short and full of trouble.

² He comes out like a flower, and is cut down: he goes in flight like a shade, and is never seen again.

¹⁷ And the world and its desires is coming to an end: but he who does God's pleasure is living for ever.

⁶ My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.

⁷ O, keep in mind that my life is wind: my eye will never again see good.

²⁵ My days go quicker than a post-runner: they go in flight, they see no good.

²⁶ They go rushing on like reed-boats, like an eagle dropping suddenly on its food.

¹⁰ But the man of wealth, that he is made low; because like the flower of the grass he will come to his end.

⁷ But the end of all things is near: so be serious in your behaviour and keep on the watch with prayer;

⁴⁷ See how short my time is; why have you made all men for no purpose?