Remember, I pray, the time of life; for what vanity have you created all the sons of men?
Remember, I pray, that You have formed me as clay; and will You bring me to dust again?
Man born of woman is short of days and full of turmoil.
Remember that my life is a breath; my eyes shall not return to see good.
As what are the days of Your servant? When will You execute judgment on those pursuing me?
Man is like to vanity; his days are like a shadow that passes.
Until when, O Jehovah? Will You be angry with us forever? Shall Your jealousy burn like fire?
who do not know of the morrow. For what is your life? For it is a mist, which for a little is appearing, and then disappearing. Ps. 94:11