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

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

⁹ Surely men of low degree are just a breath, And men of high degree are a lie. In the balances they will go up. They are together lighter than a breath.

⁴ Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.

⁸ But don't forget this one thing, beloved, that one day is with the Lord as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day.

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.

¹⁷ All the nations are as nothing before him; they are accounted by him as less than nothing, and vanity.

¹¹ Then I looked at all the works that my hands had worked, and at the labor that I had labored to do; and, behold, all was vanity and a chasing after wind, and there was no profit under the sun.

² "Vanity of vanities," says the Preacher; "Vanity of vanities, all is vanity."

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.

⁴ For a thousand years in your sight Are but as yesterday when it is past, As a watch in the night.

⁵ You sweep them away as they sleep. In the morning they sprout like new grass.

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

¹ "Man, who is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.

² He comes forth like a flower, and is cut down. He also flees like a shadow, and doesn't continue.

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

²⁶ They have passed away as the swift ships, As the eagle that swoops on the prey.

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

⁹ Jacob said to Pharaoh, "The days of the years of my pilgrimage are one hundred thirty years. Few and evil have been the days of the years of my life, and they have not attained to the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage."