8 Let these things be written unto another generation: and the people that shall be created shall praise the Lord:
My days are like a shadow that declineth; And I am withered like grass.
My days are like an evening shadow that stretches out and declines [with the sun]; and I am withered like grass.
My days are like a shadow soon gone. I’m dried up like dead grass.
For according to the height of the heavens above the earth, so has he reinforced his mercy toward those who fear him.
For according to the height of the heaven above the earth: he hath strengthened his mercy towards them that fear him.
A tree hath hope: if it be cut, it groweth green again, and the boughs thereof sprout.
5 They that dwelt in my house, and my maidservants have counted me a stranger, and I have been like an alien in their eyes.
0 I will give great thanks to the Lord with my mouth: and in the midst of many I will praise him.
1 Deliver me, And rescue me out of the hand of strange children; whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity:
Oppression troubleth the wise, and shall destroy the strength of his heart.
Ghimel. He hath shut up my ways with square stones, he hath turned my paths upside down.
9 You know, my dearest brethren. And let every man be swift to hear, but slow to speak, and slow to anger.
You have condemned and put to death the Just One, and he resisted you not.
And a stone of stumbling, and a rock of scandal, to them who stumble at the word, neither do believe, whereunto also they are set.