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.
But Barzillai said to the king, “How many years have I still to live, that I should go up with the king to Jerusalem?
For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace.
They are like a breath; their days are like a passing shadow.
You have made my days a few handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing in your sight. Surely everyone stands as a mere breath. Selah
He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes and does not come again.
Remember how short my time is— for what vanity you have created all mortals!
Do not boast about tomorrow, for you do not know what a day may bring.
[[Turn away from mortals, who have only breath in their nostrils, for of what account are they?]]
My dwelling is plucked up and removed from me like a shepherd’s tent; like a weaver I have rolled up my life; he cuts me off from the loom; from day to night you bring me to an end;
and the rich in having been humbled, because the rich will disappear like a flower in the field.
For “All flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls,
The end of all things is near; therefore be serious and discipline yourselves for the sake of your prayers.
And the world and its desire are passing away, but those who do the will of God abide forever.