Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle and they come to an end without hope.
The couriers who were riding the royal horses went forth with the king's edict without delay. And the law was presented in Susa the citadel as well.
They flee away
Look, you make my days short-lived, and my life span is nothing from your perspective. Surely all people, even those who seem secure, are nothing but vapor.
Take note of my brief lifespan! Why do you make all people so mortal?
Yes, throughout all our days we experience your raging fury; the years of our lives pass quickly, like a sigh.
You do not know about tomorrow. What is your life like? For you are a puff of smoke that appears for a short time and then vanishes.