"I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be."
And this... from the lips of man grieving deeply, fully aware of the fragility of life, and how quickly our time here passes. Let's make the most of it!
"My days are swifter than a runner... they skim past like boats of papyrus."
"... My whole frame is but a shadow..."