^(A)“All flesh is as grass,
And all ^[a]the glory of man as the flower of the grass.
The grass withers,
And its flower falls away,

³ For my days ^[a]are ^(A)consumed like smoke,
And my bones are burned like a hearth.

⁶ “My^(A) days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,
And are spent without hope.
⁷ Oh, remember that ^(B)my life is a breath!
My eye will never again see good.

²⁵ “Now ^(A)my days are swifter than a runner;
They flee away, they see no good.
²⁶ They pass by like ^[a]swift ships,
^(B)Like an eagle swooping on its prey.