Remember how short my time is— for what vanity you have created all mortals!
Remember that you fashioned me like clay; and will you turn me to dust again?
“A mortal, born of woman, few of days and full of trouble,
“Remember that my life is a breath; my eye will never again see good.
How long must your servant endure? When will you judge those who persecute me?
They are like a breath; their days are like a passing shadow.
How long, O Lord? Will you be angry forever? Will your jealous wrath burn like fire?
Yet you do not even know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.