when you do not know of tomorrow. For what is your life? For it is a vapour that appears for a little, and then disappears –
because “All flesh is as grass, and all the esteem of man as the flower of the grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls away,
“See, You have made my days as handbreadths, And my lifetime is as non-existence before You; Only, all men standing, are all breath. Selah.
And the world passes away, and the lust of it, but the one doing the desire of Elohim remains forever.
For my days are consumed like smoke, And my bones are burned like a hearth.
but the rich in his humiliation, because as a flower of the field he shall pass away.
Please remember how short my time is; Why should you have created all the sons of men for naught?
But the end of all has drawn near. Therefore be sober-minded, and be attentive in the prayers.
“My dwelling is plucked up, taken from me like a shepherd’s tent. I have cut off my life like a weaver; He cuts me off from the loom. From day to night You make an end of me.
For He remembered that they were but flesh, A passing breath that does not return.
Man is like a breath, His days like a passing shadow.
Do not boast of tomorrow, For you do not know what a day brings forth.
Cease from man, whose breath is in his nostrils, for in what is he to be reckoned upon?
But Barzillai said to the sovereign, “How many are the days of my life, that I should go up with the sovereign to Yerushalayim?