For in Your sight a thousand years are like yesterday that passes by, like a few hours of the night.
You end their life; they sleep. They are like grass that grows in the morning--
For all our days ebb away under Your wrath; we end our years like a sigh.
Our lives last seventy years or, if we are strong, eighty years. Even the best of them are struggle and sorrow; indeed, they pass quickly and we fly away.
Jacob said to Pharaoh, "My pilgrimage has lasted 130 years. My years have been few and hard, and they have not surpassed the years of my fathers during their pilgrimages."
My days pass more swiftly than a weaver's shuttle; they come to an end without hope.
My days fly by faster than a runner; they flee without seeing any good.
They sweep by like boats made of papyrus, like an eagle swooping down on [its] prey.
Man born of woman is short of days and full of trouble.
He blossoms like a flower, then withers; he flees like a shadow and does not last.
You don't even know what tomorrow will bring-- what your life will be! For you are a bit of smoke that appears for a little while, then vanishes.
Remember how short my life is. Have You created everyone for nothing?
Dear friends, don't let this one thing escape you: with the Lord one day is like 1,000 years, and 1,000 years like one day.
You discipline a man with punishment for sin, consuming like a moth what is precious to him; every man is a mere vapor. Selah
Men are only a vapor; exalted men, an illusion. On a balance scale, they go up; together they [weigh] less than a vapor.
Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
"Absolute futility," says the Teacher. "Absolute futility. Everything is futile."
When I considered all that I had accomplished and what I had labored to achieve, I found everything to be futile and a pursuit of the wind. There was nothing to be gained under the sun.
All the nations are as nothing before Him; they are considered by Him as nothingness and emptiness.