Like a flower, he comes forth, then withers away; like a fleeting shadow, he does not endure.
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
For, “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall,
For we were born yesterday and know nothing; our days on earth are but a shadow.
As for man, his days are like grass—he blooms like a flower of the field;
For we are foreigners and strangers in Your presence, as were all our forefathers. Our days on earth are like a shadow,
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
But the one who is rich should exult in his low position, because he will pass away like a flower of the field.
Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
My days are like lengthening shadows, and I wither away like grass.
Yet because the wicked do not fear God, it will not go well with them, and their days will not lengthen like a shadow.
My days are swifter than a runner; they flee without seeing good.
The righteous will flourish like a palm tree, and grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
You sweep them away in their sleep; they are like the new grass of the morning—
that though the wicked sprout like grass, and all evildoers flourish, they will be forever destroyed.