“All flesh is like grass
    and all its glory like the flower of grass.
The grass withers,
    and the flower falls,^(A)

³ For my days pass away like smoke,
    and my bones burn like a furnace.^(A)

⁷ “Remember that my life is a breath;
    my eye will never again see good.^(B)

14 “A mortal, born of woman, few of days and full of trouble,^(A)
2     comes up like a flower and withers,
    flees like a shadow and does not last.^(B)

²⁵ “My days are swifter than a runner;
    they flee away; they see no good.
²⁶ They go by like skiffs of reed,
    like an eagle swooping on the prey.^(A)