Remember how short my time is: Wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?
Man that is born of a woman Is of few days, and full of trouble.
Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again?
O remember that my life is wind: Mine eye shall no more see good.
whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.
Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away.
How many are the days of thy servant? When wilt thou execute judgment on them that persecute me?
How long, LORD? Wilt thou be angry for ever? Shall thy jealousy burn like fire?