TSK · 1 Chronicles 29:15

Abraham lived as a foreigner in the land of the Philistines many days.

Jacob said to Pharaoh, "The days of the years of my pilgrimage are one hundred thirty years. Few and evil have been the days of the years of my life, and they have not attained to the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage."

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

But man dies, and is laid low. Yes, man gives up the spirit, and where is he?

Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away, and exist no more." For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.

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

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

The voice of one saying, "Cry!" One said, "What shall I cry?" "All flesh is like grass, and all its glory is like the flower of the field.

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.