Remember the briefness of my lifespan! For what futility You have created all men!
“Man, who is born of woman, is short of days and full of trouble.
Please remember that You molded me like clay. Would You now return me to dust?
Remember that my life is but a breath. My eyes will never again see happiness.
My days are swifter than a runner; they flee without seeing good.
Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
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
How many days must Your servant wait? When will You execute judgment on my persecutors?
You, indeed, have made my days as handbreadths, and my lifetime as nothing before You. Truly each man at his best exists