Psalms 109:23

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

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

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.

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;

In the morning you will say, “I wish it were evening!” and at evening you will say, “I wish it were morning!” for the fear of your heart which you will fear, and for the sights which your eyes will see.

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

“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.”

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

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.

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.

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.

“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.

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

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?

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

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

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

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

My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.

My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.

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

One generation goes, and another generation comes; but the earth remains forever.

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

Woe to the wicked! Disaster is upon them; for the deeds of his hands will be paid back to him.

For this our heart is faint. For these things our eyes are dim.

But I will remove the northern army far away from you, and will drive it into a barren and desolate land, its front into the eastern sea, and its back into the western sea; and its stench will come up, and its bad smell will rise.” Surely he has done great things.

But I say this, brothers: the time is short, that from now on, both those who have wives may be as though they had none;

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

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.

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.”

Moses stretched out his rod over the land of Egypt, and Yahweh brought an east wind on the land all that day, and all night; and when it was morning, the east wind brought the locusts.

Moses stretched out his hand over the sea, and Yahweh caused the sea to go back by a strong east wind all night, and made the sea dry land, and the waters were divided.

He has cast Pharaoh’s chariots and his army into the sea. His chosen captains are sunk in the Red Sea.

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.

When I lie down, I say, ‘When will I arise, and the night be gone?’ I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.

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

My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.

They change the night into day, saying ‘The light is near’ in the presence of darkness.

In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.

I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can’t speak.

My soul longs for the Lord more than watchmen long for the morning, more than watchmen for the morning.

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

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?

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

“You afflicted, tossed with storms, and not comforted, behold, I will set your stones in beautiful colors, and lay your foundations with sapphires.

But Yahweh sent out a great wind on the sea, and there was a mighty storm on the sea, so that the ship was likely to break up.

The men marveled, saying, “What kind of man is this, that even the wind and the sea obey him?”

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.