O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

The days of his youth hast thou shortened: thou hast covered him with shame. Selah.

Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?

My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.

He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.

I said, O my God, take me not away in the midst of my days: thy years are throughout all generations.

And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city.

It shall never be inhabited, neither shall it be dwelt in from generation to generation: neither shall the Arabian pitch tent there; neither shall the shepherds make their fold there.

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.

They are passed away as the swift ships: as the eagle that hasteth to the prey.

He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.

So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.

For I said in my haste, I am cut off from before thine eyes: nevertheless thou heardest the voice of my supplications when I cried unto thee.

Princes also did sit and speak against me: but thy servant did meditate in thy statutes.