⁷ Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath;^(A)
    my eyes will never see happiness again.^(B)

⁵ You have made my days^(A) a mere handbreadth;
    the span of my years is as nothing before you.
Everyone is but a breath,^(B)
    even those who seem secure.^[a]

³ For my days vanish like smoke;^(A)
    my bones^(B) burn like glowing embers.

⁴ They are like a breath;^(A)
    their days are like a fleeting shadow.^(B)