⁴ “Show me, Lord, my life’s end
    and the number of my days;^(A)
    let me know how fleeting^(B) my life is.^(C)
5 You have made my days^(D) a mere handbreadth;
    the span of my years is as nothing before you.
Everyone is but a breath,^(E)
    even those who seem secure.^[a]

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