TSK · James 4:14

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.

Man, that is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.

Oh remember how short my time is: For what vanity hast thou created all the children of men!

For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand.

and the rich, in that he is made low: because as the flower of the grass he shall pass away.

But the end of all things is at hand: be ye therefore of sound mind, and be sober unto prayer: