My days are like a shadow that declineth; And I am withered like grass.
He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
He hath broken me down on every side, and I am gone: And mine hope hath he plucked up like a tree.
I am gone like the shadow when it declineth: I am tossed up and down as the locust.
Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away.
For who knoweth what is good for man in his life, all the days of his vain life which he spendeth as a shadow? for who can tell a man what shall be after him under the sun?
I AM the man that hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
and the rich, in that he is made low: because as the flower of the grass he shall pass away.
whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. What is your life? For ye are a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.
For, All flesh is as grass, And all the glory thereof as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower falleth: