Remember what my span of life is;
For what vanity You have created all the sons of men!
“Remember that my life is but breath;
My eye will not again see good.
‘Remember now, that You have made me as clay;
And would You turn me into dust again?
“Man, who is born of woman,
Is short-lived and full of turmoil.
“Now my days are swifter than a runner;
They flee away, they see no good.
“Behold, You have made my days as handbreadths,
And my lifetime as nothing in Your sight;
Surely every man at his best is a mere breath. Selah.
How many are the days of Your servant?
When will You execute judgment on those who persecute me?
Man is like a mere breath;
His days are like a passing shadow.
Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away.