⁵ You have made my days^(A) a mere handbreadth;
    the span of my years is as nothing before you.
Everyone is but a breath,^(B)
    even those who seem secure.^[a]

⁶ “Surely everyone goes around^(A) like a mere phantom;^(B)
    in vain they rush about,^(C) heaping up wealth^(D)
    without knowing whose it will finally be.^(E)