You bring our lives to an end just like a dream. We are merely tender grass
They will be forgotten like a dream
who were swept away without warning.
Born after daybreak, you die before nightfall and disappear for ever.
Each day passes swifter than a sailing ship or an eagle swooping down.
They will disappear, Lord, despised like a bad dream the morning after.
My life was taken from me like the tent that a shepherd pulls up and moves. You cut me off like thread from a weaver's loom; you make a wreck of me day and night.
Until morning came, I thought you would crush my bones just like a hungry lion; both night and day you make a wreck of me.
Someone told me to shout, and I asked, “What should I shout?” We humans are merely grass, and we last no longer than wild flowers.
At the LORD's command, flowers and grass disappear, and so do we.
The Scriptures say, “Humans wither like grass, and their glory fades like wild flowers. Grass dries up, and flowers fall to the ground.