When you are not certain what will take place tomorrow. What is your life? It is a mist, which is seen for a little time and then is gone.
And Barzillai said to the king, How much of my life is still before me, for me to go up to Jerusalem with the king?
My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.
Man is like a breath: his life is like a shade which is quickly gone.
You have made my days no longer than a hand's measure; and my years are nothing in your eyes; truly, every man is but a breath. Selah.
So he kept in mind that they were only flesh; a breath which is quickly gone, and will not come again.
See how short my time is; why have you made all men for no purpose?
Do not make a noise about tomorrow, for you are not certain what a day's outcome may be.
Have no more to do with man, whose life is only a breath, for he is of no value.
My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain.
But the man of wealth, that he is made low; because like the flower of the grass he will come to his end.
For it is said, All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flower of the grass. The grass becomes dry and the flower dead:
But the end of all things is near: so be serious in your behaviour and keep on the watch with prayer;
And the world and its desires is coming to an end: but he who does God's pleasure is living for ever.