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

⁴ “Show me, Lord, my life’s end
    and the number of my days;^(A)
    let me know how fleeting^(B) my life is.^(C)
5 You have made my days^(D) a mere handbreadth;
    the span of my years is as nothing before you.
Everyone is but a breath,^(E)
    even those who seem secure.^[a]