Remember, O Lord, what the measure of life is, for what vanity thou hast created all the sons of men!
Remember that thou hast made me of clay; and wilt thou turn me to dust again?
“Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble.
“Remember that my life is a breath; my eye will never again see good.
How long must thy servant endure? When wilt thou judge those who persecute me?
Man is like a breath, his days are like a passing shadow.
How long, O Lord? Wilt thou be angry for ever? Will thy jealous wrath burn like fire?
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.