TSK · Job 9:25

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and they come to an end without hope.

Look, you make my days short-lived, and my life span is nothing from your perspective. Surely all people, even those who seem secure, are nothing but vapor.(Selah)

Take note of my brief lifespan! Why do you make all people so mortal?

You do not know about tomorrow. What is your life like? For you are a puff of smoke that appears for a short time and then vanishes.