Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.

Surely every man walketh in a vain shew: surely they are disquieted in vain: he heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.

How many are the days of thy servant? when wilt thou execute judgment on them that persecute me?

O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.

They are passed away as the swift ships: as the eagle that hasteth to the prey.

Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?

Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.

Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble.

Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.