And Jacob said to Pharaoh, The days of the years of my pilgrimage are one hundred and thirty years; few and evil have been the days of the years of my life, and they have not attained to the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage.

Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear to my cry. Do not be silent at my tears; for I am a stranger with You, a sojourner, as all my fathers were.

I am a sojourner in the earth; do not hide Your Commandments from me.

These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off were assured of them, embraced them and confessed that they were foreigners and pilgrims on the earth.

And truly if they had called to mind that place from which they had come out, they would have had opportunity to return.

Beloved, I beg you as foreigners and sojourners, abstain from fleshly lusts which war against the soul,

He comes forth like a flower and is cut off; he flees like a shadow and does not remain.

For all our days have turned away in Your wrath; we finish our years with a sigh.

My days are like a shadow that lengthens, and I am dried up like grass.

Man is like a breath; his days are like a shadow that vanishes.

For who knows what is good for man in life, all the days of his vain life which he spends as a shadow? For who can tell a man what shall be after him under the sun?

The voice said, Cry out! And he said, What shall I proclaim? All flesh is grass, and all the goodness of it is as the flower of the field.

The grass withers, the flower fades; but the Word of our God stands forever.

whereas you do not know what will be tomorrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away.