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