For all our days have gone by in your wrath; our years come to an end like a breath.
Let them be like dust from the grain before the wind; let the angel of the Lord send them in flight.
Let my prayer come to your ears, O Lord, and give attention to my cry, make an answer to my weeping: for my time here is short before you, and in a little time I will be gone, like all my fathers.
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 their days were wasted like a breath, and their years in trouble.
For to you a thousand years are no more than yesterday when it is past, and like a watch in the night.