For we are foreigners and strangers in Your presence, as were all our forefathers. Our days on earth are like a shadow, without hope.
The land must not be sold permanently, because it is Mine, and you are but foreigners and residents with Me.
My days are like lengthening shadows, and I wither away like grass.
Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry for help; do not be deaf to my weeping. For I am a foreigner dwelling wit
Like a flower, he comes forth, then withers away; like a fleeting shadow, he does not endure.
You do not even know what will happen tomorrow! What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and th
A voice says, “Cry out!” And I asked, “What should I cry out?” “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flow
I am a stranger on the earth; do not hide Your commandments from me.
All these people died in faith, without having received the things they were promised. However, they saw them and welcom
For all our days decline in Your fury; we finish our years with a sigh.
For who knows what is good for a man during the few days in which he passes through his fleeting life like a shadow? Who
“My travels have lasted 130 years,” Jacob replied. “My years have been few and hard, and they have not matched the years
Beloved, I urge you, as foreigners and exiles, to abstain from the desires of the flesh, which war against your soul.