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.)

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

⁹ Truly men of low birth are nothing, and men of high position are not what they seem; if they are put in the scales together they are less than a breath.

⁴ Man is like a breath: his life is like a shade which is quickly gone.

⁸ But, my loved ones, keep in mind this one thing, that with the Lord one day is the same as a thousand years, and a thousand years are no more than one day.

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.

¹⁷ All the nations are as nothing before him; even less than nothing, a thing of no value.

¹¹ Then I saw all the works which my hands had made, and everything I had been working to do; and I saw that all was to no purpose and desire for wind, and there was no profit under the sun.

² All is to no purpose, said the Preacher, all the ways of man are to no purpose.

⁹ For all our days have gone by in your wrath; our years come to an end like a breath.

¹⁰ The measure of our life is seventy years; and if through strength it may be eighty years, its pride is only trouble and sorrow, for it comes to an end and we are quickly gone.

⁴ For to you a thousand years are no more than yesterday when it is past, and like a watch in the night.

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¹¹ By the weight of your wrath against man's sin, the glory of his form is wasted away; truly every man is but a breath. (Selah.)

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.

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.

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

⁹ And Jacob said, The years of my wanderings have been a hundred and thirty; small in number and full of sorrow have been the years of my life, and less than the years of the wanderings of my fathers.