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

⁹ Remember that you molded me like clay.^(A)
    Will you now turn me to dust again?^(B)

14 “Mortals, born of woman,^(A)
    are of few days^(B) and full of trouble.^(C)