For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: We bring our years to an end as a tale that is told.
Let them be as chaff before the wind, And the angel of the LORD driving them on.
Hear my prayer, O LORD, And give ear unto my cry; Hold not thy peace at my tears: For I am a stranger with thee, A sojourner, as all my fathers were.
Behold, thou hast made my days as handbreadths; And mine age is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. Selah
Therefore their days did he consume in vanity, And their years in terror.
For a thousand years in thy sight Are but as yesterday when it is past, And as a watch in the night.