Please remember how short my time is; Why should you have created all the sons of men for naught?
“Man born of woman is of few days and turmoil-filled.
Remember, please, that You have made me like clay. And would You turn me into dust again?
Remember that my life is a breath! My eye is never again to see good.
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 –
Man is like a breath, His days like a passing shadow.
How many are the days of Your servant? When do You execute right-ruling On those who persecute me?
How long, O יהוה, Would You be enraged forever? Would Your jealousy burn like fire?