My days are like a shadow that declines; and I am withered like grass.
He comes forth like a flower, and is cut down: he flees also as a shadow, and continues not.
He has destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and my hope has he removed like a tree.
I am gone like the shadow when it declines: I am shaken off like the locust.
Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passes away.
For who knows what is good for man in this life, all the days of his vain life which he spends like a shadow? for who can tell a man what shall be after him under the sun?
I am the man that has seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
But the rich, in that he is made low: because as the flower of the grass he shall pass away.
Whereas you know not what shall be tomorrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor, that appears for a little time, and then vanishes away.
For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withers, and the flower thereof falls away: