How long, Lord? Will you hide forever? Must your wrath smolder like fire?
Oh, remember that you fashioned me from clay! Will you then bring me down to dust again?
Man born of woman is short-lived and full of trouble,
Remember that my life is like the wind; my eye will not see happiness again.
How long can your servant survive? When will your judgment doom my foes?
Man is but a breath, his days are like a passing shadow.
How long, Lord? Will you be angry forever? Will your jealous anger keep burning like fire?
you have no idea what your life will be like tomorrow. You are a puff of smoke that appears briefly and then disappears.