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

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

²³ I am gone like the shadow when it declineth: I am tossed up and down as the locust.

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

²⁴ For, All flesh is as grass, And all the glory thereof as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower falleth:

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.

¹⁰ and the rich, in that he is made low: because as the flower of the grass he shall pass away.

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?

³ For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand.

⁴ My heart is smitten like grass, and withered; For I forget to eat my bread.

⁵ Behold, thou hast made my days `as' handbreadths; And my life-time is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. Selah

⁶ Surely every man walketh in a vain show; Surely they are disquieted in vain: He heapeth up `riches', and knoweth not who shall gather them.