25 My days are swifter than a runner,
    they flee away; they see no happiness;(A)
26 They shoot by like skiffs of reed,
    like an eagle swooping upon its prey.

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[a]Man is but a breath,
    his days are like a passing shadow.(A)

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Footnotes

  1. 144:4 Composed of phrases from Ps 39:6; 102:12.