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.

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

⁹ Only -- vanity `are' the low, a lie the high. In balances to go up they than vanity `are' lighter.

⁴ Man to vanity hath been like, His days `are' as a shadow passing by.

⁸ And this one thing let not be unobserved by you, beloved, that one day with the Lord `is' as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day;

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;

¹⁷ All the nations `are' as nothing before Him, Less than nothing and emptiness, They have been reckoned to Him.

¹¹ and I have looked on all my works that my hands have done, and on the labour that I have laboured to do, and lo, the whole `is' vanity and vexation of spirit, and there is no advantage under the sun!

² Vanity of vanities, said the Preacher, Vanity of vanities: the whole `is' vanity.

⁹ For all our days pined away in Thy wrath, We consumed our years as a meditation.

¹⁰ Days of our years, in them `are' seventy years, And if, by reason of might, eighty years, Yet `is' their enlargement labour and vanity, For it hath been cut off hastily, and we fly away.

⁴ For a thousand years in Thine eyes `are' as yesterday, For it passeth on, yea, a watch by night.

⁵ Thou hast inundated them, they are asleep, In the morning as grass he changeth.

¹¹ With reproofs against iniquity, Thou hast corrected man, And dost waste as a moth his desirableness, Only, vanity `is' every man. Selah.

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.

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.

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

⁹ And Jacob saith unto Pharaoh, `The days of the years of my sojournings `are' an hundred and thirty years; few and evil have been the days of the years of my life, and they have not reached the days of the years of the life of my fathers, in the days of their sojournings.'