As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.
for sojourners we `are' before Thee, and settlers, like all our fathers; as a shadow `are' our days on the land, and there is none abiding.
He shaketh off as a vine his unripe fruit, And casteth off as an olive his blossom.
From morning to evening are beaten down, Without any regarding, for ever they perish.
(For of yesterday we `are', and we know not, For a shadow `are' our days on earth.)
My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.
And Thou, O Jehovah, to the age abidest, And Thy memorial to all generations.
From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
Man to vanity hath been like, His days `are' as a shadow passing by.
For as grass speedily they are cut off, And as the greenness of the tender grass do fade.
Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age `is' as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity `is' every man set up. Selah.
And, now, what have I expected? O Lord, my hope -- it `is' of Thee.
The righteous as a palm-tree flourisheth, As a cedar in Lebanon he groweth.
When the wicked flourish as a herb, And blossom do all workers of iniquity -- For their being destroyed for ever and ever!
And good is not to the wicked, and he doth not prolong days as a shadow, because he is not fearing before God.
who do not know the thing of the morrow; for what is your life? for it is a vapour that is appearing for a little, and then is vanishing;
because all flesh `is' as grass, and all glory of man as flower of grass; wither did the grass, and the flower of it fell away,