¹¹ My life passes as swiftly as the evening shadows.
    I am withering away like grass.

² We blossom like a flower and then wither.
    Like a passing shadow, we quickly disappear.

²³ I am fading like a shadow at dusk;
    I am brushed off like a locust.

⁴ For they are like a breath of air;
    their days are like a passing shadow.

“People are like grass;
    their beauty is like a flower in the field.
The grass withers and the flower fades.

⁶ A voice said, “Shout!”
    I asked, “What should I shout?”

“Shout that people are like the grass.
    Their beauty fades as quickly
    as the flowers in a field.
⁷ The grass withers and the flowers fade
    beneath the breath of the Lord.
    And so it is with people.
⁸ The grass withers and the flowers fade,
    but the word of our God stands forever.”

³ For my days disappear like smoke,
    and my bones burn like red-hot coals.
⁴ My heart is sick, withered like grass,
    and I have lost my appetite.