For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.

Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.

Surely every man walketh in a vain shew: surely they are disquieted in vain: he heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.

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

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

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

For who knoweth what is good for man in this 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?

Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.

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

The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field:

The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever.

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

For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away: