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

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

⁹ Remember, I pray Thee, That as clay Thou hast made me, And unto dust Thou dost bring me back.

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

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.

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.

⁶ Only, in an image doth each walk habitually, Only, `in' vain, they are disquieted, He heapeth up and knoweth not who gathereth them.

⁸⁴ How many `are' the days of Thy servant? When dost Thou execute Against my pursuers judgment?

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

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;