Like a flower he comes up and withers; like a shadow he flees and does not stay.
For we are sojourners before You, mere transients like our fathers. Our days on the earth are like a shadow, without security.
He will shake off his unripe grapes like a vine, and cast off his blossoms like an olive tree.
From morning until evening they are beaten into pieces— unnoticed, they perish forever.
for we were born yesterday and know nothing, and our days on earth are but a shadow.
because of Your indignation and wrath, for You have picked me up and tossed me aside.
My days are like a lengthening shadow, and I wither away like grass.
My heart is stricken and withered like grass, so that I even forget to eat my bread.
Man is like a breath— his days are like a passing shadow.
For like the grass they soon wither and fade like a green herb.
“Let me know, Adonai, my end and what the number of my days is. Let me know how short-lived I am.
Everyone goes about as a mere phantom. Surely they are making an uproar in vain, heaping up stuff— yet not knowing who will gather it.
My eye can gaze on those lying in wait for me. My ears hear about evildoers rising up against me.
A brutish man does not know, nor does a fool understand.
But it will not go well with the wicked, and he will not lengthen his days like a shadow, because he does not fear God.
Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. What is your life? For you are a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes.
For, “All humanity is like grass, And all its glory like a wildflower. The grass withers, and the flower falls off,