⁷ Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath;^(A)
    my eyes will never see happiness again.^(B)

⁵ You have made my days^(A) a mere handbreadth;
    the span of my years is as nothing before you.
Everyone is but a breath,^(B)
    even those who seem secure.^[a]

“All people are like grass,
    and all their glory is like the flowers of the field;
the grass withers and the flowers fall,