Psalms 89:47

For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.

but man is born to trouble, as the sparks fly upward.

He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes away, and doesn’t come again.

For, “All flesh is like grass, and all of man’s glory like the flower in the grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls;

You, Solomon my son, know the God of your father, and serve him with a perfect heart and with a willing mind; for Yahweh searches all hearts, and understands all the imaginations of the thoughts. If you seek him, he will be found by you; but if you forsake him, he will cast you off forever.

Aren’t my days few? Stop! Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,

How then can man be just with God? Or how can he who is born of a woman be clean?

“Vanity of vanities,” says the Preacher; “Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.”

I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and behold, all is vanity and a chasing after wind.

For all his days are sorrows, and his travail is grief; yes, even in the night his heart takes no rest. This also is vanity.

Yahweh God formed man from the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.

You will eat bread by the sweat of your face until you return to the ground, for you were taken out of it. For you are dust, and you shall return to dust.”

When Abram was ninety-nine years old, Yahweh appeared to Abram and said to him, “I am God Almighty. Walk before me and be blameless.

Then Yahweh may establish his word which he spoke concerning me, saying, ‘If your children are careful of their way, to walk before me in truth with all their heart and with all their soul, there shall not fail you,’ he said, ‘a man on the throne of Israel.’

Hezekiah did so throughout all Judah; and he did that which was good, right, and faithful before Yahweh his God.

I commanded the Levites that they should purify themselves, and that they should come and keep the gates, to sanctify the Sabbath day. Remember to me, my God, this also, and spare me according to the greatness of your loving kindness.

How much more, those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth!

Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye will no more see good.

He grows up like a flower, and is cut down. He also flees like a shadow, and doesn’t continue.

For your loving kindness is before my eyes. I have walked in your truth.

The days of our years are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty years; yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, for it passes quickly, and we fly away.

My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.

This is the end of the matter. All has been heard. Fear God and keep his commandments; for this is the whole duty of man.

But you, Yahweh, know me. You see me, and test my heart toward you. Pull them out like sheep for the slaughter, and prepare them for the day of slaughter.

Jacob said to Pharaoh, “The years of my pilgrimage are one hundred thirty years. The days of the years of my life have been few and evil. They have not attained to the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage.”

He did that which was right in Yahweh’s eyes, according to all that David his father had done.

Remember me, my God, for good, all that I have done for this people.

Remember me, my God, concerning this, and don’t wipe out my good deeds that I have done for the house of my God, and for its observances.

and for the wood offering, at times appointed, and for the first fruits. Remember me, my God, for good.

(For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days on earth are a shadow.)

Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?

“Man, who is born of a woman, is of few days, and full of trouble.

What is man, that he should be clean? What is he who is born of a woman, that he should be righteous?

Judge me, Yahweh, for I have walked in my integrity. I have trusted also in Yahweh without wavering.

Behold, you have made my days hand widths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath.”

Behold, I was born in iniquity. My mother conceived me in sin.

Surely men of low degree are just a breath, and men of high degree are a lie. In the balances they will go up. They are together lighter than a breath.

For a thousand years in your sight are just like yesterday when it is past, like a watch in the night.

I fade away like an evening shadow. I am shaken off like a locust.

Therefore I saw that there is nothing better than that a man should rejoice in his works; for that is his portion: for who can bring him to see what will be after him?

All this I have seen in my days of vanity: there is a righteous man who perishes in his righteousness, and there is a wicked man who lives long in his evildoing.

Live joyfully with the wife whom you love all the days of your life of vanity, which he has given you under the sun, all your days of vanity, for that is your portion in life, and in your labor in which you labor under the sun.

A fool also multiplies words. Man doesn’t know what will be; and that which will be after him, who can tell him?

Stop trusting in man, whose breath is in his nostrils; for of what account is he?

But now, Yahweh, you are our Father. We are the clay and you our potter. We all are the work of your hand.

“Why do we sit still? Assemble yourselves! Let’s enter into the fortified cities, and let’s be silent there; for Yahweh our God has put us to silence, and given us poisoned water to drink, because we have sinned against Yahweh.

Why did I come out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?

He has built against me, and surrounded me with bitterness and hardship.

He has filled me with bitterness. He has stuffed me with wormwood.

Most certainly I tell you, among those who are born of women there has not arisen anyone greater than John the Baptizer; yet he who is least in the Kingdom of Heaven is greater than he.

The world is passing away with its lusts, but he who does God’s will remains forever.

“Let your heart therefore be perfect with Yahweh our God, to walk in his statutes, and to keep his commandments, as it is today.”

“Isn’t a man forced to labor on earth? Aren’t his days like the days of a hired hand?

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.

For he knows how we are made. He remembers that we are dust.

Then I looked at all the works that my hands had worked, and at the labor that I had labored to do; and behold, all was vanity and a chasing after wind, and there was no profit under the sun.

For he doesn’t know that which will be; for who can tell him how it will be?

But it shall not be well with the wicked, neither shall he lengthen days like a shadow, because he doesn’t fear God.

and the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.

Therefore Yahweh of Armies, the God of Israel, says, “Behold, I will feed them, even this people, with wormwood and give them poisoned water to drink.

“House of Israel, can’t I do with you as this potter?” says Yahweh. “Behold, as the clay in the potter’s hand, so are you in my hand, house of Israel.

and the rich, in that he is made humble, because like the flower in the grass, he will pass away.

I have no greater joy than this: to hear about my children walking in truth.

“Remember now, Yahweh, I beg you, how I have walked before you in truth and with a perfect heart, and have done that which is good in your sight.” And Hezekiah wept bitterly.

“Now my days are swifter than a runner. They flee away. They see no good.

How many are the days of your servant? When will you execute judgment on those who persecute me?

Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.

So I hated life, because the work that is worked under the sun was grievous to me; for all is vanity and a chasing after wind.

For who knows what is good for man in life, all the days of his vain life which he spends like a shadow? For who can tell a man what will be after him under the sun?

Remember my affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the bitterness.

Whereas you don’t know what your life will be like tomorrow. For what is your life? For you are a vapor that appears for a little time, and then vanishes away.