Remember, I pray Thee, what `is' life-time? Wherefore in vain hast Thou created All the sons of men?
Remember, I pray Thee, That as clay Thou hast made me, And unto dust Thou dost bring me back.
Man, born of woman! Of few days, and full of trouble!
Remember Thou that my life `is' a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.
How many `are' the days of Thy servant? When dost Thou execute Against my pursuers judgment?
Man to vanity hath been like, His days `are' as a shadow passing by.
Till when, O Jehovah? art Thou angry for ever? Thy jealousy doth burn as fire.
who do not know the thing of the morrow; for what is your life? for it is a vapour that is appearing for a little, and then is vanishing;