My days as handbreadths

My days as handbreadths, and my lifetime as nothing in God’s sight is a mere breath (Ps. 39:5).

Surely we walk about as a phantom.  Surely we make an uproar for nothing.

We amass riches and don’t know who will gather them (v. 6).

With reproofs God chastens us for iniquity and consumes as a moth what is precious to Him.

Surely every man is a mere breath (v. 11).

“And now, Lord, for what do I wait?  My hope is in You” (v. 7).