For all our days pass away in Your wrath; we finish our years like a murmur.
Let them be as chaff before the wind; and let the Angel of Jehovah drive them away.
Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear to my cry. Do not be silent at my tears; for I am a stranger with You, a pilgrim, as all my fathers were.
Behold, You have made my days as a handbreadth, and my age is as nothing before You. Surely every man standing is altogether vanity. Selah.
Therefore He ended their days in vanity and their years in trouble.
For a thousand years in Your sight are as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night.