My days are like a shadow that declineth; And I am withered like grass.
I am gone like the shadow when it declineth: I am tossed up and down as the locust.
He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away.
For, All flesh is as grass, And all the glory thereof as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower falleth:
whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. What is your life? For ye are a vapor that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.
and the rich, in that he is made low: because as the flower of the grass he shall pass away.
For who knoweth what is good for man in his life, all the days of his vain life which he spendeth as a shadow? for who can tell a man what shall be after him under the sun?
He hath broken me down on every side, and I am gone; And my hope hath he plucked up like a tree.
I am the man that hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.