For my days have vanished like smoke, and my bones are burned like a firebrand.

Behold, You have made my days as a handbreadth, and my age is as nothing before You. Surely every man, even though standing tall, is total vanity. Selah.

Surely every man walks about like a shadow! Surely they are stirred up in vain. He heaps up the produce, and does not know who shall gather it.

I am gone like a shadow when it lengthens; I am shaken off like a locust.

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

He comes forth like a flower and is cut off; he flees like a shadow and does not remain.

For who knows what is good for man in life, all the days of his vain life which he spends as a shadow? For who can tell a man what shall be after him under the sun?

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.

My heart is stricken and dried up like grass, so that I forget to eat my bread.

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; but the Word of our God stands forever.

but the rich in his humiliation, because as the flower of the field he will pass 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,