O remember that my life is a breath; my eye will never return to see good.

The days of his youth You have shortened; You have covered him with shame. Selah

Remember the time of life; why have you created the sons of men for vanity?

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

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

I said, O my Mighty God, do not take me away in the midst of my days; Your years are from generation to generation.

And the daughter of Zion is left as a booth in a vineyard, like a hut in a cucumber field, like a besieged city.

It shall nevermore be inhabited, nor shall it be lived in from generation to generation; nor shall the Arabian pitch his tent there; nor shall the shepherds make their flocks lie down there.

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

Now my days are swifter than a runner; they flee away, they see no good.

They pass by like swift ships, like an eagle swooping on its food.

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

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.

so I have been allotted months of futility, and restless nights have been appointed to me.

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods, my skin is hardened and cracked and oozes.

My spirit is broken, my days are extinguished, the grave is ready for me.

For I said in my haste, I am cut off from before Your eyes; but indeed You heard the voice of my supplications, when I cried out to You.

Princes also have sat and spoken against me, but Your servant meditates on Your Statutes.