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.