5. Behold, thou hast made my days as handbreadths; And my life-time is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity.
6. Surely every man walketh in a vain show; Surely they are disquieted in vain: He heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.
7. And now, Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in thee.
8. Deliver me from all my transgressions: Make me not the reproach of the foolish.
9. I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; Because thou didst it.
10. Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
11. When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, Thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: Surely every man is vanity.