O remember how short my time is: For what vanity hast thou created all the children of men!
Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again?
Man that is born of a woman Is of few days, and full of trouble.
Oh remember that my life is wind: Mine eye shall no more see good.
How many are the days of thy servant? When wilt thou execute judgement on them that persecute me?
Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away.
How long, O LORD, wilt thou be angry for ever? Shall thy jealousy burn like fire?
whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. What is your life? For ye are a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.