“Lord, reveal to me the end of my life
and the number of my days.
Let me know how short-lived I am.
My days pass more swiftly than a weaver’s shuttle;
they come to an end without hope.
1 Chronicles 29:15
For we live before You as foreigners and temporary residents in Your presence as were all our ancestors. Our days on earth are like a shadow, without hope.
since we were born only yesterday and know nothing.
Our days on earth are but a shadow.
He remembered that they were only flesh,
a wind that passes and does not return.
You don’t even know what tomorrow will bring—what your life will be! For you are like smoke that appears for a little while, then vanishes.
My days fly by faster than a runner;
they flee without seeing any good.
Are my days not few? Stop it!
Leave me alone, so that I can smile a little
1 Samuel 20:3
But David said, “Your father certainly knows that you have come to look favorably on me. He has said, ‘Jonathan must not know of this, or else he will be grieved.’” David also swore, “As surely as the Lord lives and as you yourself live, there is but a step between me and death.”
Remember how short my life is.
Have You created everyone for nothing?
He blossoms like a flower, then withers;
he flees like a shadow and does not last.
My days are like a lengthening shadow,
and I wither away like grass.
A voice was saying, “Cry out!”
Another said, “What should I cry out?”
“All humanity is grass,
and all its goodness is like the flower of the field.