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

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

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

⁹ Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?

²⁵ Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.

²⁶ They are passed away as the swift ships: as the eagle that hasteth to the prey.

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.

⁴ Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.

⁸⁴ How many are the days of thy servant? when wilt thou execute judgment on them that persecute me?

⁵ 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.

⁶ 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.