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

For when a few years are finished, I shall go the way of no return.

My days are past, My purposes are broken off, [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 flourishes and grows up; In the evening it is cut down and withers.

My days [are] like a shadow that lengthens, And I wither away like grass.

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

For the wind passes over it, and it is gone, And its place remembers it no more.

Man is like a breath; His days [are] like a passing shadow.

My life span is gone, Taken from me like a shepherd's tent; I have cut off my life like a weaver. He cuts me off from the loom; From day until night You make an end of me.

I have considered until morning -- Like a lion, So He breaks all my bones; From day until night You make an end of me.

The voice said, "Cry out!" And he said, "What shall I cry?" "All flesh [is] grass, And all its loveliness [is] like the flower of the field.

The grass withers, the flower fades, Because the breath of the LORD 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. So the rich man also will fade away in his pursuits.

whereas you do not know what [will happen] 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 can see it?

The wicked is banished in his wickedness, But the righteous has a refuge in his death.

Withhold your foot from being unshod, and your throat from thirst. But you said, 'There is no hope. No! For I have loved aliens, 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;