Remember how short my time is; why hast thou made all men subject to vanity?
Remember thou that my life is wind and that my eyes shall not return to see good.
Remember now that thou hast formed me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?
Now my days are swifter than a post; they fled away, they never saw good.
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.
How many are the days of thy slave? When wilt thou execute judgment on those that persecute me?