You sweep people away like dreams that disappear. They are like grass that springs up in the morning.
They will fade like a dream and not be found. They will vanish like a vision in the night.
They were snatched away in the prime of life, the foundations of their lives washed away.
They are alive in the morning but dead by evening, gone forever without a trace.
It disappears like a swift papyrus boat, like an eagle swooping down on its prey.
When you arise, O Lord, you will laugh at their silly ideas as a person laughs at dreams in the morning.
My life has been blown away like a shepherd’s tent in a storm. It has been cut short, as when a weaver cuts cloth from a loom. Suddenly, my life was over.
I waited patiently all night, but I was torn apart as though by lions. Suddenly, my life was over.
A voice said, “Shout!” I asked, “What should I shout?” “Shout that people are like the grass. Their beauty fades as quickly as the flowers in a field.
The grass withers and the flowers fade beneath the breath of the Lord. And so it is with people.
As the Scriptures say, “People are like grass; their beauty is like a flower in the field. The grass withers and the flower fades.