¹⁰ Mortals are a mere breath,
    the sons of man but an illusion;^(A)
On a balance they rise;^[a]
    together they weigh nothing.

⁹ Our life ebbs away under your wrath;^(A)
    our years end like a sigh.
¹⁰ Seventy is the sum of our years,
    or eighty, if we are strong;
Most of them are toil and sorrow;
    they pass quickly, and we are gone.

¹⁶ I waste away: I will not live forever;^(A)
    let me alone, for my days are but a breath.

⁵ For our lifetime is the passing of a shadow;
    and our dying cannot be deferred
    because it is fixed with a seal; and no one returns.^(A)