yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. 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, you have made my days a few handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely all mankind stands as a mere breath! Selah
And the world is passing away along with its desires, but whoever does the will of God abides forever.
For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace.
and the rich in his humiliation, because like a flower of the grass[3] he will pass away.
Remember how short my time is! For what vanity you have created all the children of man!
The end of all things is at hand; therefore be self-controlled and sober-minded for the sake of 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 you 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.
Stop regarding 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?