¹⁵ For we are strangers before thee, and sojourners, as all our fathers were: our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is no abiding.

² He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

¹² Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear unto my cry; Hold not thy peace at my tears: For I am a stranger with thee, A sojourner, as all my fathers were.

⁴ Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away.

¹¹ My days are like a shadow that declineth; And I am withered like grass.

²³ And the land shall not be sold in perpetuity; for the land is mine: for ye are strangers and sojourners with me.

¹¹ Beloved, I beseech you as sojourners and pilgrims, to abstain from fleshly lust, which war against the soul;

¹⁴ whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. What is your life? For ye are a vapor, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.

¹³ These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them and greeted them from afar, and having confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth.

¹⁴ For they that say such things make it manifest that they are seeking after a country of their own.

¹⁵ And if indeed they had been mindful of that `country' from which they went out, they would have had opportunity to return.

¹⁶ But now they desire a better `country', that is, a heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed of them, to be called their God; for he hath prepared for them a city.

⁶ The voice of one saying, Cry. And one said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field.

⁷ The grass withereth, the flower fadeth, because the breath of Jehovah bloweth upon it; surely the people is grass.

⁸ The grass withereth, the flower fadeth; but the word of our God shall stand forever.

¹² For who knoweth what is good for man in `his' life, all the days of his vain life which he spendeth as a shadow? for who can tell a man what shall be after him under the sun?

¹⁹ I am a sojourner in the earth: Hide not thy commandments from me.

⁹ For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: We bring our years to an end as a sigh.

⁹ And Jacob said unto Pharaoh, The days of the years of my pilgrimage are a hundred and thirty years: few and evil have been the days of the years of my life, and they have not attained unto the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage.