For all our days pass away under your wrath; our years come to an end like a sigh.
Let them be like chaff before the wind, with the angel of the Lord driving them on.
“Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry; do not hold your peace at my tears. For I am your passing guest, an alien, like all my forebears.
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
So he made their days vanish like a breath and their years in terror.
For a thousand years in your sight are like yesterday when it is past or like a watch in the night.