Behold, you have made my days as a handbreadth; and my age is as nothing before you: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.

Surely every man walks in a vain show: surely they are in turmoil in vain: he heaps up riches, and knows not who shall gather them.

How many are the days of your servant? when will you execute judgment on them that persecute me?

O remember that my life is a breath: my eye shall no more see good.

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

They are passed away as the swift ships: as the eagle that hastens to the prey.

Remember, I beseech you, that you have made me as the clay; and will you bring me into dust again?

Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passes away.

Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble.

Whereas you know not what shall be tomorrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor, that appears for a little time, and then vanishes away.