My days are like a shadow that lengthens, And I wither away like grass.
He comes forth like a flower and withers. He flees like a shadow and does not continue.
He breaks me down on every side, and I am gone; and uproots my expectancy like a tree.
I have gone like a lengthening shadow, I have been driven away like a locust.
Man is like a breath, His days like a passing shadow.
For who knows what is good for man in life, all the days of his futile life, which he passes like a shadow? For who declares to man what shall be after him, under the sun?
I am the man who has seen affliction By the rod of His wrath.
but the rich in his humiliation, because as a flower of the field he shall pass away.
when you do not know of tomorrow. For what is your life? For it is a vapour that appears for a little, and then disappears –
because “All flesh is as grass, and all the esteem of man as the flower of the grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls away,