You, indeed, have made my days as handbreadths, and my lifetime as nothing before You. Truly each man at his best exists as but a breath. Selah
Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
Remember the briefness of my lifespan! For what futility You have created all men!
Lowborn men are but a vapor; the exalted are but a lie. Weighed on the scale, they go up; together they are but a vapor.
For all our days decline in Your fury; we finish our years with a sigh.
Yet when I considered all the works that my hands had accomplished and what I had toiled to achieve, I found everything
You do not even know what will happen tomorrow! What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and th
You discipline and correct a man for his iniquity, consuming like a moth what he holds dear; surely each man is but a va
“Man, who is born of woman, is short of days and full of trouble.
For in Your sight a thousand years are but a day that passes, or a watch of the night.
My days are swifter than a runner; they flee without seeing good.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.
“My travels have lasted 130 years,” Jacob replied. “My years have been few and hard, and they have not matched the years
Beloved, do not let this one thing escape your notice: With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand year
“Futility of futilities,” says the Teacher, “futility of futilities! Everything is futile!”
All the nations are as nothing before Him; He regards them as nothingness and emptiness.