Remember, I pray, how short my time is; why have You made all men in vain?
Man born of woman is of few days, and full of trouble.
Remember, I beseech You, that You have formed me as the clay; and will You bring me into the dust again?
Remember that my life is a breath; my eye shall no more see good.
who do not know of the morrow. For what is your life? For it is a vapor, which appears for a little time, and then disappears.
Man is like vanity; his days are like a shadow that passes away.
How many are the days of Your servant? When will You carry out judgment on my persecutors?
How long, O Jehovah? Will You be angry forever? Shall Your jealousy burn like fire?