You do not even know what will happen tomorrow! What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.
For, “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall,
You, indeed, have made my days as handbreadths, and my lifetime as nothing before You. Truly each man at his best exists
The world is passing away, along with its desires; but whoever does the will of God remains forever.
For my days vanish like smoke, and my bones burn like glowing embers.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.
“Man, who is born of woman, is short of days and full of trouble.
But the one who is rich should exult in his low position, because he will pass away like a flower of the field.
My days are swifter than a runner; they flee without seeing good.
You sweep them away in their sleep; they are like the new grass of the morning—
Remember the briefness of my lifespan! For what futility You have created all men!
The end of all things is near. Therefore be clear-minded and sober, so that you can pray.
My dwelling has been picked up and removed from me like a shepherd’s tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver; He cu