You don’t even know what’s going to happen tomorrow. What is your life? You’re a mist that appears for a little while and then disappears.
It is written, “All people are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers in the field. The grass dries up and the flowers fall to the ground,
The world and its evil desires are passing away, but whoever does the will of God lives forever.
But rich people should take pride in their low positions, since they will fade away like wild flowers.
The end of all things is near. So be alert and stay sober so that you can pray.