For all our days pass away under Your wrath; we finish our years like a whisper.
Let them be like chaff before the wind, and let the angel of the Lord drive them away.
Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry; do not be silent 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 few handbreadths, and my age is as nothing before You. Surely every man at his best is as a mere breath.” Selah
Therefore their days did He consume like a breath, and their years in terror.
For a thousand years in Your sight are like yesterday when it is past, and like a watch in the night.