Psalms 102:11

For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.

“I, even I, am he who comforts you. Who are you, that you are afraid of man who shall die, and of the son of man who will be made as grass?

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

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.

Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye will no more see good.

As for man, his days are like grass. As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.

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

The world is passing away with its lusts, but he who does God’s will remains forever.

“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.”

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

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

The womb will forget him. The worm will feed sweetly on him. He will be no more remembered. Unrighteousness will be broken as a tree.

For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither like the green herb.

He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes away, and doesn’t come again.

You sweep them away as they sleep. In the morning they sprout like new grass.

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

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

Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain; but a woman who fears Yahweh, she shall be praised.

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

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.

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.”

Yahweh sent an exceedingly strong west wind, which took up the locusts, and drove them into the Red Sea. There remained not one locust in all the borders of Egypt.

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

“For there is hope for a tree if it is cut down, that it will sprout again, that the tender branch of it will not cease.

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

My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.

“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.

though the wicked spring up as the grass, and all the evildoers flourish, they will be destroyed forever.

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

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?

Stop trusting in man, whose breath is in his nostrils; for of what account is he?

The grass withers, the flower fades, because Yahweh’s breath blows on it. Surely the people are like grass.

Our skin is black like an oven, because of the burning heat of famine.

and those who use the world, as not using it to the fullest. For the mode of this world passes away.

Charge those who are rich in this present world that they not be arrogant, nor have their hope set on the uncertainty of riches, but on the living God, who richly provides us with everything to enjoy;

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

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.

(For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days on earth are a shadow.)

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

My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.

For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke. I don’t forget your statutes.

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

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

“Cry aloud! Don’t spare! Lift up your voice like a trumpet! Declare to my people their disobedience, and to the house of Jacob their sins.

Yes most certainly, and I count all things to be a loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus, my Lord, for whom I suffered the loss of all things, and count them nothing but refuse, that I may gain Christ

You will roll them up like a mantle, and they will be changed; but you are the same. Your years won’t fail.”

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.

Therefore their inhabitants had little power. They were dismayed and confounded. They were like the grass of the field, and like the green herb, like the grass on the housetops, and like grain blasted before it has grown up.

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

He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. He has plucked my hope up like a tree.

My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread.

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?

My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me like a shepherd’s tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver. He will cut me off from the loom. From day even to night you will make an end of me.

Their appearance is blacker than a coal. They are not known in the streets. Their skin clings to their bones. It is withered. It has become like a stick.

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.

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;