I’m slipping down a dark slope, shaken to the core, and helpless.
But you don’t have a clue what tomorrow may bring. For your fleeting life is but a warm breath of air that is visible in the cold only for a moment and then vanishes!
For man is nothing but a faint whisper, a mere breath. We spend our days like nothing more than a passing shadow.
But then I remember that you, O Lord, still sit enthroned as King over all! The fame of your name will be revealed to every generation.