Remember how short my time is: why have you made all men in vain?
Remember, I beseech you, that you have made me as the clay; and will you bring me into dust again?
Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble.
O remember that my life is a breath: my eye shall no more see good.
How many are the days of your servant? when will you execute judgment on them that persecute me?
Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passes away.
How long, LORD? will you be angry forever? shall your jealousy burn like fire?
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.