⁷ O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

¹⁴ 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.

³⁹ For he remembered that they were but flesh; a wind that passeth away, and cometh not again.

¹⁵ O Lord, thou knowest: remember me, and visit me, and revenge me of my persecutors; take me not away in thy longsuffering: know that for thy sake I have suffered rebuke.

⁴⁷ Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?