6You have made my days no longer than a hand's measure; and my years are nothing in your eyes; truly, every man is but a breath. (Selah.)
7Truly, every man goes on his way like an image; he is troubled for no purpose: he makes a great store of wealth, and has no knowledge of who will get it.
8And now, Lord, what am I waiting for? my hope is in you.
9Make me free from all my sins; do not let me be shamed by the man of evil behaviour.
10I was quiet, and kept my mouth shut; because you had done it.
11No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
12By the weight of your wrath against man's sin, the glory of his form is wasted away; truly every man is but a breath. (Selah.)
