This life of mortal breath
Is but a suburb of the life elysian,
Whose portal we call Death.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Resignation
Lord, make me to know my end.
And what is the extent of my days.
Let me know how transient I am.
Behold, Thou hast made my days as handbreadths,
And my lifetime as nothing in Thy sight.
Surely every man at his best is a mere breath.
~ Psalm 39: 4-5