²⁵ "Now my days are swifter than a runner. They flee away, they see no good,

⁶ My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.

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

⁹ For all our days have passed away in your wrath. We bring our years to an end as a sigh.

¹⁰ The days of our years are seventy, Or even by reason of strength eighty years; Yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, For it passes quickly, and we fly away.

¹⁴ Whereas you don't know what your life will be like tomorrow. For what is your life? For you are a vapor, that appears for a little time, and then vanishes away.

¹⁴ So the posts who rode on swift steeds that were used in the king's service went out, being hurried and pressed on by the king's commandment; and the decree was given out in Shushan the palace.

⁵ Behold, you have made my days handbreadths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath." Selah.

¹¹ When you rebuke and correct man for iniquity, You consume his wealth like a moth. Surely every man is but a breath." Selah.

⁴⁷ Remember how short my time is! For what vanity have you created all the children of men!