²⁰ Are not my few days^(A) almost over?^(B)
    Turn away from me^(C) so I can have a moment’s joy^(D)

¹⁴ “What are mortals, that they could be pure,
    or those born of woman,^(A) that they could be righteous?^(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]

⁶ “Surely everyone goes around^(C) like a mere phantom;^(D)
    in vain they rush about,^(E) heaping up wealth^(F)
    without knowing whose it will finally be.^(G)

⁴⁶ How long, Lord? Will you hide yourself forever?
    How long will your wrath burn like fire?^(A)