My days are like a shadow that is getting longer, and I wither away like grass.
He comes up like a flower; then he withers. He is like a fleeting shadow; he doesn’t stay long.
He beats me down on every side until I’m gone. He uproots my hope like a tree.
I fade away like a lengthening shadow. I have been shaken off like a grasshopper.
Humans are like a breath of air. Their life span is like a fleeting shadow.
Who knows what may be good for mortals while they are alive, during the brief, pointless days they live? Mortals pass by like a shadow. Who will tell them about their future under the sun?
“I am the man who has experienced suffering under the rod of God’s fury.
Rich believers should be proud because being rich should make them humble. Rich people will wither like flowers.
You don’t know what will happen tomorrow. What is life? You are a mist that is seen for a moment and then disappears.
“All people are like grass, and all their beauty is like a flower of the field. The grass dries up and the flower drops off,