You carry us away like a flood; we last no longer than a dream. We are like weeds that sprout in the morning,
They will vanish like a dream, like a vision at night, and never be seen again.
Even before their time had come, they were washed away by a flood.
We may be alive in the morning, but die unnoticed before evening comes.
My life passes like the swiftest boat, as fast as an eagle swooping down on a rabbit.
They are like a dream that goes away in the morning; when you rouse yourself, O Lord, they disappear.
My life was cut off and ended, Like a tent that is taken down, Like cloth that is cut from a loom. I thought that God was ending my life.
All night I cried out with pain, As if a lion were breaking my bones. I thought that God was ending my life.
A voice cries out, “Proclaim a message!” “What message shall I proclaim?” I ask. “Proclaim that all human beings are like grass; they last no longer than wild flowers.
Grass withers and flowers fade when the Lord sends the wind blowing over them. People are no more enduring than grass.
As the scripture says, “All human beings are like grass, and all their glory is like wild flowers. The grass withers, and the flowers fall,