⁶ My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.

²⁵ "Now my days are swifter than a runner. They flee away, they see no good,

¹⁵ Where then is my hope? As for my hope, who shall see it?

²⁴ For, "All flesh is like grass, And all of man's glory like the flower in the grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls;

¹² My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd's tent: I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life; he will cut me off from the loom: From day even to night will you make an end of me.

¹³ I quieted [myself] until morning; as a lion, so he breaks all my bones: From day even to night will you make an end of me.

¹¹ My days are past, my plans are broken off, As are the thoughts of my heart.

¹³ Therefore, prepare your minds for action,{Literally, "gird up the loins of your mind"} be sober and set your hope fully on the grace that will be brought to you at the revelation of Jesus Christ--

¹⁴ Whereas you don't know what your life will be like tomorrow. For what is your life? For you are a vapor, that appears for a little time, and then vanishes away.

¹¹ For the sun arises with the scorching wind, and withers the grass, and the flower in it falls, and the beauty of its appearance perishes. So also will the rich man fade away in his pursuits.

¹² that you were at that time separate from Christ, alienated from the commonwealth of Israel, and strangers from the covenants of the promise, having no hope and without God in the world.

²⁵ Withhold your foot from being unshod, and your throat from thirst: but you said, It is in vain; no, for I have loved strangers, and after them will I go.

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

⁷ The grass withers, the flower fades, because the breath of Yahweh blows on it; surely the people is grass.

³² The wicked is brought down in his calamity, But in death, the righteous has a refuge.

⁴ Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.

¹⁵ As for man, his days are like grass. As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.

¹⁶ For the wind passes over it, and it is gone. Its place remembers it no more.

¹¹ My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.

⁵ You sweep them away as they sleep. In the morning they sprout like new grass.

⁶ In the morning it sprouts and springs up. By evening, it is withered and dry.

²² For when a few years are come, I shall go the way from whence I shall not return.

¹⁵ Behold, he will kill me; I have no hope. Nevertheless, I will maintain my ways before him.

¹¹ What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?