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

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

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

Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good. They are passed away as the swift ships: as the eagle that hasteth to the prey.

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

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. 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.

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.

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