My days are coming to an end, and I am withered like grass.
He grows up like a flower and then withers away; he flees like a shadow, and does not remain.
He tears me down on every side until I perish; he uproots my hope like one uproots a tree.
I am fading away like a shadow at the end of the day; I am shaken off like a locust.
People are like a vapor, their days like a shadow that disappears.
For no one knows what is best for a person during his life – during the few days of his fleeting life – for they pass away like a shadow. Nor can anyone tell him what the future will hold for him on earth.
I am the man who has experienced affliction from the rod of his wrath.
But the rich person’s pride should be in his humiliation, because he will pass away like a wildflower in the meadow.
You do not know about tomorrow. What is your life like? For you are a puff of smoke that appears for a short time and then vanishes.
For all flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of the grass; the grass withers and the flower falls off,