Behold, You have made my days old; and my existence [is] as nothing before You; indeed, every man living [is] altogether vanity. Pause.

Surely man walks in a shadow; nay, he is disquieted in vain; he lays up treasures, and knows not for whom he shall gather them.

How many are the days of Your servant? When will You execute judgment for me on them that persecute me?

Remember then that my life is breath, and my eye shall not yet again see good.

But my life is swifter than a post: [my days] have fled away, and they knew it not.

Or again, is there a trace of [their] path [left] by ships? Or is there one of the flying eagle as it seeks its prey?

Remember that You have made me as clay, and You turn me again into dust.

Man is likened unto vanity: his days pass as a shadow.

For a mortal born of a woman is short-lived, and full of wrath.

[you] who do not know [what will] happen tomorrow. For what is your life? For it will be a vapor that appears for a little [time], but then also disappears.