Now my days are swifter than a post; they fled away, they never saw good.
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle and are spent without hope.
So the posts rode upon mules, they went out on mules, being hastened and pressed on by the king's commandment. And the law was given at Shushan, the palace.
Behold, thou hast made my days as a handbreadth, and my age is as nothing before thee; verily every man that lives is altogether vanity. Selah.
When thou with chastening dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his greatness to consume away like a moth; surely every man is vanity. Selah.
For all our days decline because of thy wrath; we end our years according to the word.