⁴⁷ Remember how short my time is—^[a]
    for what vanity you have created all mortals!^(A)

⁹ Remember that you fashioned me like clay,
    and will you turn me to dust again?^(A)

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

⁸⁴ How long must your servant endure?
    When will you judge those who persecute me?^(A)

⁵ You have made my days a few handbreadths,
    and my lifetime is as nothing in your sight.
Surely everyone stands as a mere breath. Selah^(A)
6     Surely everyone goes about like a shadow.
Surely for nothing they are in turmoil;
    they heap up and do not know who will gather.^(B)