¹⁴ Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.

³ For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.

⁵ Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.

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

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 O remember that my life is wind: 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 hasteth to the prey.

¹⁰ But 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 sober, and watch unto prayer.

⁴⁷ Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?