whereas you do not know about tomorrow. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.
for “All flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls,
Behold, thou hast made my days a few handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing in thy sight. Surely every man stands as a mere breath! Selah
And the world passes away, and the lust of it; but he who does the will of God abides for ever.
For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace.
and the rich in his humiliation, because like the flower of the grass he will pass away.
Remember, O Lord, what the measure of life is, for what vanity thou hast created all the sons of men!
The end of all things is at hand; therefore keep sane and sober for your prayers.
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 thou dost bring me to an end;
He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes and comes not again.
Man is like a breath, his days are like a passing shadow.
Do not boast about tomorrow, for you do not know what a day may bring forth.
Turn away from man in whose nostrils is breath, for of what account is he?
But Barzillai said to the king, “How many years have I still to live, that I should go up with the king to Jerusalem?