My days are like a shadow stretched out; and I wither like grass.
He comes forth like a flower, and withers; he also flees as a shadow, and does not stand.
He has broken me on every side, and I am gone, and He has uprooted my hope like a tree.
As a shadow when it is stretched out, I am gone; I am shaken off like the locust.
Man is like vanity; his days are like a shadow that passes away.
For who knows what is good for man in life, all the days of his vain life which he spends as a shadow? For who can tell a man what shall be after him under the sun?
I the man have seen affliction by the rod of His wrath.
and the rich one rejoice in his humiliation, because he shall pass away as the flower of the grass.
who do not know of the morrow. For what is your life? For it is a vapor, which appears for a little time, and then disappears.
For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of men as the flower of the grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls out,