Now my days are swifter than a runner; they flee away, they see no good.

For when the number of years have come, I shall go the way from which I shall not return.

My days have past, my plans have been torn apart, even the thoughts of my heart.

You carry them away like a flood; they are like a sleep. In the morning they are like grass which grows up:

In the morning it blossoms and sprouts; in the evening it is cut down and dries up.

My days are like a shadow that lengthens, and I am dried up like grass.

As for man, his days are like grass; as a flower of the field, so he flourishes.

And then the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and its place is noticed no more.

Man is like a breath; his days are like a shadow that vanishes.

My generation is plucked up and removed from me like a shepherd's tent; I have cut off my life like a weaver; He will cut me off from the loom; from day even to night You make an end of me.

I have been still until morning; as a lion, so He breaks all my bones; from day even until night You make an end of me.

The voice said, Cry out! And he said, What shall I proclaim? All flesh is grass, and all the goodness of it is as the flower of the field.

The grass withers, the flower fades, because the Spirit of Jehovah blows upon it; surely the people are grass.

For no sooner has the sun risen with a burning heat than it withers the grass; its flower falls, and its beautiful appearance perishes. Thus the rich man also will fade away in his pursuits.

whereas you do not know what will be tomorrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away.

because All flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of the grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls away,

What strength do I have, that I should hope? And what is my end, that I should prolong my life?

where then is my hope? As for my hope, who shall see it?

The wicked is cast down in his wickedness, but the righteous has refuge in his death.

Withhold your foot from being bare, and your throat from thirst. But you said, There is no hope. No! For I have loved strangers, and after them I will go.

that at that time you were without Christ, being aliens from the commonwealth of Israel and strangers from the covenants of promise, having no hope and without God in the world.

Therefore gird up the loins of your mind, be sober, and rest your hope fully upon the grace that is to be brought to you at the revelation of Jesus Christ;