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

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

⁹ O keep in mind that you made me out of earth; and will you send me back again to dust?

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

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.

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.)

⁶ Truly, every man goes on his way like an image; he is troubled for no purpose: he makes a great store of wealth, and has no knowledge of who will get it.

⁸⁴ How short is the life of your servant! when will you give your decision against those who are attacking me?

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

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.