My life is fading away like a shadow that lengthens—I'm withering away like grass.
like a flower that blooms and withers, like a passing shadow that soon disappears.
He tears me down from all sides until I am finished; he has destroyed my hope like a tree that is uprooted.
I am fading away like an evening shadow; I am like a locust that is shaken off.
Humanity is like a breath; their lives are like a passing shadow.
Who knows what's best for us and our lives? During our short lives that pass like shadows we have many unanswered questions. And who can tell us what will happen when we're gone?
I am the man who has experienced suffering under the rod of God's anger.
while the rich should “boast” in the humble position they now have, since they will fade away like flowers in the field.
You have no idea what will happen tomorrow! What's your life like? It's just a mist that appears for a little while, and then is gone.
For: “All people are like grass, and all their glory like wildflowers. The grass withers and the flowers fall.