My days are like a lengthening shadow; I wither away like grass.
comes up like a flower and withers, flees like a shadow and does not last.
He breaks me down on every side, and I am gone; he has uprooted my hope like a tree.
I am gone like a shadow at evening; I am shaken off like a locust.
They are like a breath; their days are like a passing shadow.
For who knows what is good for mortals while they live the few days of their vain life, which they pass like a shadow? For who can tell them what will be after them under the sun?
I am one who has seen affliction under the rod of God’s wrath;
and the rich in having been humbled, because the rich will disappear like a flower in the field.
Yet you do not even know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.
For “All flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls,