For all our days are passed away in your wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.
Let them be as chaff before the wind: and let the angel of the LORD chase them.
Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear unto my cry; hold not your peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with you, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
Behold, you have made my days as a handbreadth; and my age is as nothing before you: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.
Therefore their days did he consume in vanity, and their years in trouble.
For a thousand years in your sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night.