My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.
He comes out like a flower, and is cut down: he goes in flight like a shade, and is never seen again.
I am broken down by him on every side, and I am gone; my hope is uprooted like a tree.
I am gone like the shade when it is stretched out: I am forced out of my place like a locust.
Man is like a breath: his life is like a shade which is quickly gone.
Who is able to say what is good for man in life all the days of his foolish life which he goes through like a shade? who will say what is to be after him under the sun?
I am the man who has seen trouble by the rod of his wrath.
But the man of wealth, that he is made low; because like the flower of the grass he will come to his end.
When you are not certain what will take place tomorrow. What is your life? It is a mist, which is seen for a little time and then is gone.
For it is said, All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flower of the grass. The grass becomes dry and the flower dead: