⁶ “My^(A) days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,
And are spent without hope.

²⁵ “Now ^(A)my days are swifter than a runner;
They flee away, they see no good.

^(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,

⁶ The voice said, “Cry out!”
And ^[a]he said, “What shall I cry?”

^(A)“All flesh is grass,
And all its loveliness is like the flower of the field.
⁷ The grass withers, the flower fades,
Because the breath of the Lord blows upon it;
Surely the people are grass.

³² The wicked is banished in his wickedness,
But ^(A)the righteous has a refuge in his death.

¹⁵ As for man, ^(A)his days are like grass;
As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.
^16 (B)For the wind passes over it, and it is ^[a]gone,
And ^(C)its place remembers it no more.