⁶ My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.

²⁵ My days go quicker than a post-runner: they go in flight, they see no good.

¹⁵ Where then is my hope? and who will see my desire?

²⁴ For it is said, All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flower of the grass. The grass becomes dry and the flower dead:

¹² My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain.

¹³ I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.

¹¹ My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.

¹³ So make your minds ready, and keep on the watch, hoping with all your power for the grace which is to come to you at the revelation of Jesus Christ;

¹⁴ When you are not certain what will take place tomorrow. What is your life? It is a mist, which is seen for a little time and then is gone.

¹¹ For when the sun comes up with its burning heat, the grass gets dry and the grace of its form is gone with the falling flower; so the man of wealth comes to nothing in his ways.

¹² That you were at that time without Christ, being cut off from any part in Israel's rights as a nation, having no part in God's agreement, having no hope, and without God in the world.

²⁵ Do not let your foot be without shoes, or your throat dry from need of water: but you said, There is no hope: no, for I have been a lover of strange gods, and after them I will go.

⁶ A voice of one saying, Give a cry! And I said, What is my cry to be? All flesh is grass, and all its strength like the flower of the field.

⁷ The grass becomes dry, the flower is dead; because the breath of the Lord goes over it: truly the people is grass.

³² The sinner is overturned in his evil-doing, but the upright man has hope in his righteousness.

⁴ Man is like a breath: his life is like a shade which is quickly gone.

¹⁵ As for man, his days are as grass: his beautiful growth is like the flower of the field.

¹⁶ The wind goes over it and it is gone; and its place sees it no longer.

¹¹ My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.

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⁶ In the morning it is green; in the evening it is cut down, and becomes dry.

²² For in a short time I will take the journey from which I will not come back.

¹⁵ Truly, he will put an end to me; I have no hope; but I will not give way in argument before him;

¹¹ Have I strength to go on waiting, or have I any end to be looking forward to?