“ My days pass by faster than a weaver can work. They come to an end. I don’t have any hope.God, remember that my life is only a breath. I’ll never be happy again.
You have been angry with us all of our days. We groan as we come to the end of our lives.We live to be about 70. Or we may live to be 80, if we stay healthy. But even our best days are filled with trouble and sorrow. The years quickly pass, and we are gone.
You have given me only a few days to live. My whole life doesn’t seem like anything to you. No one lasts any longer than a breath. This is true even for those who feel secure.