¹⁴ who do not know the thing of the morrow; for what is your life? for it is a vapour that is appearing for a little, and then is vanishing;

³ For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.

⁵ Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age `is' as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity `is' every man set up. Selah.

²⁴ because all flesh `is' as grass, and all glory of man as flower of grass; wither did the grass, and the flower of it fell away,

¹ Man, born of woman! Of few days, and full of trouble!

² As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.

¹⁷ and the world doth pass away, and the desire of it, and he who is doing the will of God, he doth remain -- to the age.

⁶ My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.

⁷ Remember Thou that my life `is' a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.

²⁵ My days have been swifter than a runner, They have fled, they have not seen good,

²⁶ They have passed on with ships of reed, As an eagle darteth on food.

¹⁰ and the rich in his becoming low, because as a flower of grass he shall pass away;

⁷ And of all things the end hath come nigh; be sober-minded, then, and watch unto the prayers,

⁴⁷ Remember, I pray Thee, what `is' life-time? Wherefore in vain hast Thou created All the sons of men?