My life fades like a shadow at the end of day and withers like grass.
We are flowers that fade and shadows that vanish.
God rips me apart, uproots my hopes,
I am fading away like an evening shadow; I am tossed aside like a crawling insect.
We disappear like a breath; we last no longer than a faint shadow.
Life is short and meaningless, and it fades away like a shadow. Who knows what is best for us? Who knows what will happen after we are gone?
I have suffered much because God was angry.
But any who are rich should be glad when God makes them humble. Rich people will disappear like wild flowers
What do you know about tomorrow? How can you be so sure about your life? It is nothing more than mist that appears for only a little while before it disappears.
The Scriptures say, “Humans wither like grass, and their glory fades like wild flowers. Grass dries up, and flowers fall to the ground.