5. Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age [is] as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity [is] every man set up. Selah.
6. Only, in an image doth each walk habitually, Only, [in] vain, they are disquieted, He heapeth up and knoweth not who gathereth them.
7. And, now, what have I expected? O Lord, my hope--it [is] of Thee.
8. From all my transgressions deliver me, A reproach of the fool make me not.
9. I have been dumb, I open not my mouth, Because Thou--Thou hast done [it].
10. Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
11. With reproofs against iniquity, Thou hast corrected man, And dost waste as a moth his desirableness, Only, vanity [is] every man. Selah.