⁷ O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

⁵ Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.

³ For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.

⁴ Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.

²² Cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils: for wherein is he to be accounted of ?