My days are like a lengthening shadow; I wither away like grass.
I am gone like a shadow at evening; I am shaken off like a locust.
comes up like a flower and withers, flees like a shadow and does not last.
They are like a breath; their days are like a passing shadow.
For “All flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls,
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.
and the rich in having been humbled, because the rich will disappear like a flower in the field.
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?
He breaks me down on every side, and I am gone; he has uprooted my hope like a tree.
I am one who has seen affliction under the rod of God’s wrath;