6. Behold, You made my days mere hand-breadths, and my lifetime as nothing before You. Surely all humanity is but vapor. Selah
7. Everyone goes about as a mere phantom. Surely they are making an uproar in vain, heaping up stuff— yet not knowing who will gather it.
8. And now, my Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in You.
9. Deliver me from all my transgressions. Do not make me the scorn of a fool.
10. I am speechless, not opening my mouth —for You have done it.
11. Remove Your scourge from me. I perish by the blow of Your hand.
12. With rebukes You chasten one for iniquity and You consume like a moth what he finds pleasure in. Surely all humanity is but a vapor. Selah