For the sun ariseth with the scorching wind, and withereth the grass; and the flower thereof falleth, and the grace of the fashion of it perisheth: so also shall the rich man fade away in his goings.\par
They are appointed as a flock for Sheol;\par\tab Death shall be their shepherd;\par\tab And the upright shall have dominion over them in the morning;\par\tab And their beauty shall be for Sheol to consume,\par\tab That there be no habitation for it.
When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity,\par\tab Thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth:\par\tab Surely every man is vanity. {\i Selah\par
Behold, thou hast made my days {\i as} handbreadths;\par\tab And my life-time is as nothing before thee:\par\tab Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. {\i Selah