"My daysare swifterthana weaver'sshuttle,And cometo an endwithouthope.
"ThoughHe slayme, I will hopein Him. NeverthelessI will arguemy waysbeforeHim.
Waterwearsawaystones,Its torrentswashawaythe dustof the earth;So You destroyman'shope.
"For when a fewyearsare past,I shall gothe wayof noreturn.
"My spiritis broken,my daysare extinguished,The graveis [ready] for me.
"My daysare past,my plansare tornapart,[Even] the wishesof my heart.
Wherenowis my hope?And whoregardsmy hope?
"Will it godownwith me to Sheol?Shall we togethergodowninto the dust?"
"He breaksme downon everyside,and I am gone;And He has uprootedmy hopelike a tree.
"Whatis my strength,that I should wait?And whatis my end,that I should endure?
"Now my daysare swifterthana runner;They fleeaway,they seenogood.
My daysare like a lengthenedshadow,And I witheraway like grass.
Manis likea merebreath;His daysare like a passingshadow.
The wickedis thrustdownby his wrongdoing,But the righteoushasa refugewhen he dies.
"Keepyour feetfrom being unshodAnd your throatfrom thirst;But you said,It is hopeless!No!For I have lovedstrangers,And afterthem I will walk.'
[remember] that you were at that timeseparatefrom Christ,excludedfrom the commonwealthof Israel,and strangersto the covenantsof promise,havingnohopeand without Godin the world.
For the sunriseswith a scorching windand withersthe grass;and its flowerfalls offand the beautyof its appearanceis destroyed;sotoothe rich manin the midst of his pursuitswill fade away.
Yetyou do not knowwhatyour lifewill be like tomorrow.You are [just] a vaporthat appearsfor a little whileand thenvanishes away.
Therefore,prepareyour mindsfor action, keep sober[in spirit], fix your hopecompletelyon the graceto be broughtto you at the revelationof JesusChrist.
For, "ALLFLESHIS LIKEGRASS,AND ALLITS GLORYLIKETHE FLOWEROF GRASS.THE GRASSWITHERS,AND THE FLOWERFALLS OFF,
