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

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.

For we are strangers and sojourners before You, as were all our fathers; our days on earth are as a shadow, and there is no hope.

Behold, You have made my days as a handbreadth, and my age is as nothing before You. Surely every man, even though standing tall, is total vanity. Selah.

For a thousand years in Your sight are like yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night.

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.