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

⁷ “But now, Lord, what do I look for?
    My hope is in you.^(F)

⁵ Yet you sweep people away^(A) in the sleep of death—
    they are like the new grass of the morning:
⁶ In the morning it springs up new,
    but by evening it is dry and withered.^(B)

⁹ All our days pass away under your wrath;
    we finish our years with a moan.^(A)
10 Our days may come to seventy years,^(B)
    or eighty,^(C) if our strength endures;
yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow,^(D)
    for they quickly pass, and we fly away.^(E)