MEDITAT. II. Of the Shortness and Frailty of this present Life.
MAN that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble. * 1.1
He cometh forth like a Flower, and is cut down: he fleeth as a shadow, [unspec 2] and continueth not — In the midst of life we be in death, whilst every day we live is one day nearer to the end of life.
For what is your life? * 1.2 'tis even a vapour that appeareth for a little time, and then va∣nisheth away.
The time of my life past is already swal∣lowed up by death, which still dogs me at the heels to devour the short remainder of my flitting days.
Not to consider this shortness and frailty of humane life, is to make my life yet more short and frail. So Drex. vita brevis om∣nibus— Life is short unto all, but shortest unto those, who forget what is past, are negligent in what is present, and fear not what is to come.
Lord, make me to know mine end, and the number of my days, that I may be certified how long I have to live: that the length of my days is of the shortest measure: for behold thou haste made my days as a span—Verily every man living is altogether vanity: The most high and mighty, the most honoura∣ble