⁴⁷ Remember how fleeting is my life.^(A)
    For what futility you have created all humanity!

⁷ Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath;^(A)
    my eyes will never see happiness again.^(B)

14 “Mortals, born of woman,^(A)
    are of few days^(B) and full of trouble.^(C)

⁹ Remember that you molded me like clay.^(A)
    Will you now turn me to dust again?^(B)

⁴ They are like a breath;^(A)
    their days are like a fleeting shadow.^(B)

⁵ You have made my days^(A) a mere handbreadth;
    the span of my years is as nothing before you.
Everyone is but a breath,^(B)
    even those who seem secure.^[a]

⁶ “Surely everyone goes around^(C) like a mere phantom;^(D)
    in vain they rush about,^(E) heaping up wealth^(F)
    without knowing whose it will finally be.^(G)

²⁵ “My days are swifter than a runner;^(A)
    they fly away without a glimpse of joy.^(B)
26 They skim past^(C) like boats of papyrus,^(D)
    like eagles swooping down on their prey.^(E)