(Which know not that of the morrow. For what your life? For it is a steam, appearing for a little, and then invisible.)
For all flesh as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass dried up, and the flower fell out:
Behold, thou gavest my days a hand-breadth, and my life as nothing before thee: but every man stood all vanity. Silence.
And the world passes away, and its eager desires: but he doing the will of God remains for ever.
For my days were finished in smoke, and my bones burnt as fuel.
And the rich, in his humiliation: for as the flower of the grass he shall pass by.
Remember me what is life: wherefore in vain didst thou create all the sons of man?
And the end of all has drawn near: be ye therefore of sound mind, and live abstemiously in prayers.
Mine age removed, and was carried away from me as a shepherd's tent: I rolled together as a weaver my life: from the thread he will cut me off: from the day even to the night thou wilt finish me.
And he will remember that they are flesh; a spirit going and not turning back.
Man was likened to vanity: his days as a shadow passing away.
Thou shalt not boast upon the day of the morrow, for thou shalt not know what a day shall bring forth.
Cease to you from man of whom the breath is in his nose: for in what was he reckoned?
And Barzillai will say to the king, According to what the days of the years of my life, that I shall go up with the king to Jerusalem?