"My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.

Oh, remember that my life [is] a breath! My eye will never again see good.

I loathe [my life;] I would not live forever. Let me alone, For my days [are but] a breath.

For we [were born] yesterday, and know nothing, Because our days on earth [are] a shadow.

"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 prey.

"Man [who is] born of woman Is of few days and full of trouble.

Indeed, You have made my days [as] handbreadths, And my age [is] as nothing before You; Certainly every man at his best state [is] but vapor. Selah

[As for] man, his days [are] like grass; As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.

For the wind passes over it, and it is gone, And its place remembers it no more.

"What [is] man, that You should exalt him, [That] You should set Your heart on him,

How long? Will You not look away from me, And let me alone till I swallow my saliva?

Why then do You not pardon my transgression, And take away my iniquity? For now I will lie down in the dust, And You will seek me diligently, But I [will] no longer [be."]

Withdraw Your hand far from me, And let not the dread of You make me afraid.

Remove Your gaze from me, that I may regain strength, Before I go away and am no more."