For all our days turned away in thy wrath: we finished our years as a meditation
They shall be as chaff before the wind: and the messenger of Jehovah overthrowing.
Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear to my cry; thou wilt not be silent at my tears, for I a sojourner with thee, a dweller, as all my fathers.
Behold, thou gavest my days a hand-breadth, and my life as nothing before thee: but every man stood all vanity. Silence.
And he will finish their days in vanity, and their years in terror.
For a thousand years in thine eyes as the day of yesterday, for it shall pass away, and watches in the night.