Remember how short my time is: why have you made all men in vain?
Remember, I plead with 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 wind: my eye shall no more see good.
How many are the days of your servant? when will you execute judgment on those who persecute me?
Man is like vanity: his days are as a shadow that passes away.
How long, LORD? will you be angry for ever? shall your jealousy burn like fire?
Although you do not know what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor, that appears for a little while, and then vanishes away.