For we are strangers before thee, and sojourners, as were all our fathers: our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is none abiding.
For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.
And the heavens shall praise thy wonders, O LORD: thy faithfulness also in the congregation of the saints.
Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
Wherefore I perceive that there is nothing better, than that a man should rejoice in his own works; for that is his portion: for who shall bring him to see what shall be after him?
For he knoweth not that which shall be: for who can tell him when it shall be?
But it shall not be well with the wicked, neither shall he prolong his days, which are as a shadow; because he feareth not before God.
Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.