He blossoms like a flower, then withers; he flees like a shadow and does not last.
For All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like a flower of the grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls,
since we were born only yesterday and know nothing. Our days on earth are but a shadow.
Yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring #– #what your life will be! For you are like vapour that appears for a little while, then vanishes.
For we are foreigners and temporary residents in your presence as were all our ancestors. Our days on earth are like a shadow, without hope.
However, it will not go well with the wicked, and they will not lengthen their days like a shadow, for they are not reverent before God.
They are smashed to pieces from dawn to dusk; they perish for ever while no one notices.
He will be like a vine that drops its unripe grapes and like an olive tree that sheds its blossoms.