My days are like a passing shadow; I am like dried grass.
We grow up like flowers and then dry up and die. We are like a passing shadow that does not last.
He beats me down on every side until I am gone; he destroys my hope like a fallen tree.
I am dying like an evening shadow; I am shaken off like a locust.
People are like a breath; their lives are like passing shadows.
People have only a few useless days of life on the earth; their short life passes like a shadow. Who knows what is best for them while they live? Who can tell them what the future will bring?
I am a man who has seen the suffering that comes from the rod of the Lord’s anger.
Those who are rich should take pride that God has shown them that they are spiritually poor. The rich will die like a wild flower in the grass.
But you do not know what will happen tomorrow! Your life is like a mist. You can see it for a short time, but then it goes away.
The Scripture says, “All people are like the grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field. The grass dies and the flowers fall,