Psalms 37:2

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

“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?

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.

As for transgressors, they shall be destroyed together. The future of the wicked shall be cut off.

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

But he answered, “Every plant which my heavenly Father didn’t plant will be uprooted.

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

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

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

Let them be as the grass on the housetops, which withers before it grows up,

As clouds and wind without rain, so is he who boasts of gifts deceptively.

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

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?

“As I live,” says the Lord Yahweh, “surely because my sheep became a prey, and my sheep became food to all the animals of the field, because there was no shepherd. My shepherds didn’t search for my sheep, but the shepherds fed themselves, and didn’t feed my sheep.”

For in your eating each one takes his own supper first. One is hungry, and another is drunken.

that we may no longer be children, tossed back and forth and carried about with every wind of doctrine, by the trickery of men, in craftiness, after the wiles of error;

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.

The tents of robbers prosper. Those who provoke God are secure, who carry their god in their hands.

He will be like a tree planted by the streams of water, that produces its fruit in its season, whose leaf also does not wither. Whatever he does shall prosper.

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

You are righteous, Yahweh, when I contend with you; yet I would like to reason the cause with you. Why does the way of the wicked prosper? Why are they all at ease who deal very treacherously?

But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today exists, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, won’t he much more clothe you, you of little faith?

Even so, every good tree produces good fruit; but the corrupt tree produces evil fruit.

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

whose end is destruction, whose god is the belly, and whose glory is in their shame, who think about earthly things.

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;

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.

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.

Then Ezra rose up from before God’s house, and went into the room of Jehohanan the son of Eliashib. When he came there, he ate no bread, nor drank water; for he mourned because of their trespass of the captivity.

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

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

Behold, these are the wicked. Being always at ease, they increase in riches.

Surely you set them in slippery places. You throw them down to destruction.

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

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

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

But as for those who turn away to their crooked ways, Yahweh will lead them away with the workers of iniquity. Peace be on Israel.

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

For the high and lofty One who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy, says: “I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also who is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite.

Now we call the proud happy; yes, those who work wickedness are built up; yes, they tempt God, and escape.’

“For, behold, the day comes, it burns as a furnace; and all the proud, and all who work wickedness, will be stubble; and the day that comes will burn them up,” says Yahweh of Armies, “that it shall leave them neither root nor branch.

Again, the devil took him to an exceedingly high mountain, and showed him all the kingdoms of the world, and their glory.

Every tree that doesn’t grow good fruit is cut down, and thrown into the fire.

When the sun had risen, it was scorched; and because it had no root, it withered away.

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;

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

Don’t be carried away by various and strange teachings, for it is good that the heart be established by grace, not by food, through which those who were so occupied were not benefited.

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.

“And to the angel of the assembly in Sardis write: “He who has the seven Spirits of God, and the seven stars says these things: “I know your works, that you have a reputation of being alive, but you are dead.

Moses was content to dwell with the man. He gave Moses Zipporah, his daughter.

Between morning and evening they are destroyed. They perish forever without any regarding it.

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me. My spirit drinks up their poison. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.

“My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

so that his life abhors bread, and his soul dainty food.

Let them be like a snail which melts and passes away, like the stillborn child, who has not seen the sun.

Reproach has broken my heart, and I am full of heaviness. I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; for comforters, but I found none.

The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree. He will grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

The way of Yahweh is a stronghold to the upright, but it is a destruction to the workers of iniquity.

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

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 a field before its crop has grown.

He has caused the shafts of his quiver to enter into my kidneys.

My soul still remembers them, and is bowed down within me.

“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven.

He was without sight for three days, and neither ate nor drank.

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

These are hidden rocky reefs in your love feasts when they feast with you, shepherds who without fear feed themselves; clouds without water, carried along by winds; autumn trees without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots;