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

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are used up without hope.

O remember that my life is a breath; my eye will never return to see good.

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

They pass by like swift ships, like an eagle swooping on its food.

Man who is born of woman is of few days, and full of turmoil.

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

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.

Remember the time of life; why have you created the sons of men for vanity?

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

For we have been consumed by Your anger, and by Your wrath we have been terrified.

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

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.

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,

But the end of all things is at hand; therefore be of sound mind and calm in your prayers.

And the world is passing away, and its lust; but he who does the will of God abides forever.