TSK · James 4:14

My dayes passe ouer more spedyly then a weauers shuttle, and are spent without hope.

Man that is borne of woman, hath but a short time to lyue, and is full of miserie.

Remember what I am, howe short my tyme is of lyfe: wherfore hast thou created in vayne all the sonnes of men?

For my dayes are consumed away like smoke: and my bones are burnt vp as though they were a firebrande.

Agayne, the riche, in that he is made lowe: Because as the flowre of the grasse he shall passe away.

The ende of all thynges is at hande. Be ye therefore sober, and watche vnto prayer.