For we were born yesterday and know nothing; our days on earth are but a shadow.
For we are foreigners and strangers in Your presence, as were all our forefathers. Our days on earth are like a shadow,
Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
Like a flower, he comes forth, then withers away; like a fleeting shadow, he does not endure.
My days are like lengthening shadows, and I wither away like grass.
“My travels have lasted 130 years,” Jacob replied. “My years have been few and hard, and they have not matched the years
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.
You, indeed, have made my days as handbreadths, and my lifetime as nothing before You. Truly each man at his best exists
For in Your sight a thousand years are but a day that passes, or a watch of the night.