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See, you have cut short my days.[a]
My brief time before you is like nothing.
Indeed, every person, even at his best,
    is just a puff of air.[b] Interlude
A man flickers like a mirage.
He really has no more effect than a breeze.[c]
He piles things up, never knowing who will get them.

The Enduring Goodness of God

But now what do I wait for, Lord?
My hope is in you.

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Notas al pie

  1. Psalm 39:5 Literally made them a few handbreadths. A handbreadth is about three inches.
  2. Psalm 39:5 Or a vapor that vanishes
  3. Psalm 39:6 Or he is all worked up for nothing