“ God, my days race by like a runner. They fly away without seeing any joy.They speed along like papyrus boats. They are like eagles swooping down on their food.
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.People are only shadows as they go here and there. They rush around, but it doesn’t mean anything. They pile up wealth, but they don’t know who will finally get it.
