Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.

My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.

For we, as all our fathers were, are like men from a strange country before you, who have got a place for a time in the land; our days on the earth are like a shade, and there is no hope of going on.

(For we are but of yesterday, and have no knowledge, because our days on earth are gone like a shade:)

So he kept in mind that they were only flesh; a breath which is quickly gone, and will not come again.

When you are not certain what will take place tomorrow. What is your life? It is a mist, which is seen for a little time and then is gone.

My days go quicker than a post-runner: they go in flight, they see no good.

Are not the days of my life small in number? Let your eyes be turned away from me, so that I may have a little pleasure,

But David took his oath again and said, Your father sees that I am dear to you; so he says to himself, Let Jonathan have no idea of this, for it will be a grief to him; but as the Lord is living, and as your soul is living, there is only a step between me and death.

See how short my time is; why have you made all men for no purpose?

He comes out like a flower, and is cut down: he goes in flight like a shade, and is never seen again.

A voice of one saying, Give a cry! And I said, What is my cry to be? All flesh is grass, and all its strength like the flower of the field.