Job 8:9

But don’t forget this one thing, beloved, that one day is with the Lord as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day.

The voice of one saying, “Cry!” One said, “What shall I cry?” “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory is like the flower of the field.

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;

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

“Vanity of vanities,” says the Preacher; “Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.”

“I am a stranger and a foreigner living with you. Give me a possession of a burying-place with you, that I may bury my dead out of my sight.”

For we are strangers before you, and foreigners, as all our fathers were. Our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is no remaining.

“Now my days are swifter than a runner. They flee away. They see no good.

Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away and exist no more.”

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

This is the end of the matter. All has been heard. Fear God and keep his commandments; for this is the whole duty of man.

The days of Isaac were one hundred eighty years.

He grows up like a flower, and is cut down. He also flees like a shadow, and doesn’t continue.

where then is my hope? as for my hope, who will see it?

“Hear my prayer, Yahweh, and give ear to my cry. Don’t be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with you, a foreigner, as all my fathers were.

Surely men of low degree are just a breath, and men of high degree are a lie. In the balances they will go up. They are together lighter than a breath.

The day is yours, the night is also yours. You have prepared the light and the sun.

Remember how short my time is, for what vanity you have created all the children of men!

The days of our years are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty years; yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, for it passes quickly, and we fly away.

I fade away like an evening shadow. I am shaken off like a locust.

I am a stranger on the earth. Don’t hide your commandments from me.

Your statutes have been my songs in the house where I live.

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

Therefore I saw that there is nothing better than that a man should rejoice in his works; for that is his portion: for who can bring him to see what will be after him?

All this I have seen in my days of vanity: there is a righteous man who perishes in his righteousness, and there is a wicked man who lives long in his evildoing.

Live joyfully with the wife whom you love all the days of your life of vanity, which he has given you under the sun, all your days of vanity, for that is your portion in life, and in your labor in which you labor under the sun.

A fool also multiplies words. Man doesn’t know what will be; and that which will be after him, who can tell him?

These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them and embraced them from afar, and having confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth.

and the rich, in that he is made humble, because like the flower in the grass, he will pass away.

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.

Jacob said to Pharaoh, “The years of my pilgrimage are one hundred thirty years. The days of the years of my life have been few and evil. They have not attained to the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage.”

“ ‘The land shall not be sold in perpetuity, for the land is mine; for you are strangers and live as foreigners with me.

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

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

But man, despite his riches, doesn’t endure. He is like the animals that perish.

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

For he doesn’t know that which will be; for who can tell him how it will be?

But it shall not be well with the wicked, neither shall he lengthen days like a shadow, because he doesn’t fear God.

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 the rich man will also fade away in his pursuits.

Beloved, I beg you as foreigners and pilgrims, to abstain from fleshly lusts, which war against the soul;

I have also established my covenant with them, to give them the land of Canaan, the land of their travels, in which they lived as aliens.

After these things, Joshua the son of Nun, the servant of Yahweh, died, being one hundred ten years old.

Aren’t my days few? Stop! Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,

withdraw your hand far from me, and don’t let your terror make me afraid.

“Have you commanded the morning in your days, and caused the dawn to know its place,

Behold, you have made my days hand widths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath.”

For a thousand years in your sight are just like yesterday when it is past, like a watch in the night.

For all our days have passed away in your wrath. We bring our years to an end as a sigh.

For who knows what is good for man in life, all the days of his vain life which he spends like a shadow? For who can tell a man what will be after him under the sun?