My days are like the evening shadow; I wither away like grass.
They spring up like flowers and wither away; like fleeting shadows, they do not endure.
He tears me down on every side till I am gone; he uproots my hope like a tree.
I fade away like an evening shadow; I am shaken off like a locust.
They are like a breath; their days are like a fleeting shadow.
For who knows what is good for a person in life, during the few and meaningless days they pass through like a shadow? Who can tell them what will happen under the sun after they are gone?
I am the man who has seen affliction by the rod of the Lord’s wrath.
But the rich should take pride in their humiliation—since they will pass away like a wild flower.
Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.
For, “All people are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall,