³⁹ For he remembered that they were merely mortal,
    gone like a breath of wind that never returns.

¹⁶ I hate my life and don’t want to go on living.
    Oh, leave me alone for my few remaining days.

¹⁴ For he knows how weak we are;
    he remembers we are only dust.
¹⁵ Our days on earth are like grass;
    like wildflowers, we bloom and die.
¹⁶ The wind blows, and we are gone—
    as though we had never been here.

⁹ Remember that you made me from dust—
    will you turn me back to dust so soon?