Remember how fleeting is my life. For what futility you have created all humanity!
Remember that you molded me like clay. Will you now turn me to dust again?
“Mortals, born of woman, are of few days and full of trouble.
Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath; my eyes will never see happiness again.
How long must your servant wait? When will you punish my persecutors?
They are like a breath; their days are like a fleeting shadow.
How long, Lord? Will you be angry forever? How long will your jealousy burn like fire?
Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.