How short you have made my life! In your sight my lifetime seems nothing. Indeed every living being is no more than a puff of wind,

no more than a shadow. All we do is for nothing; we gather wealth, but don't know who will get it.

How much longer must I wait? When will you punish those who persecute me?

Remember, O God, my life is only a breath; my happiness has already ended.

My days race by, not one of them good.

My life passes like the swiftest boat, as fast as an eagle swooping down on a rabbit.

Remember that you made me from clay; are you going to crush me back to dust?

We are like a puff of wind; our days are like a passing shadow.

We are all born weak and helpless. All lead the same short, troubled life.

You don't even know what your life tomorrow will be! You are like a puff of smoke, which appears for a moment and then disappears.