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

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

O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.

They are passed away as the swift ships: as the eagle that hasteth to the prey.

Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble.

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

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.

Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?

Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up.

For we are consumed by thine anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled.

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

Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.

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:

But the end of all things is at hand: be ye therefore sober, and watch unto prayer.

And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever.