and the rich in his becoming low, because as a flower of grass he shall pass away;

My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.

Remember Thou that my life [is] a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.

My days have been swifter than a runner, They have fled, they have not seen good,

They have passed on with ships of reed, As an eagle darteth on food.

Man, born of woman! Of few days, and full of trouble!

As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.

Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age [is] as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity [is] every man set up. Selah.

Remember, I pray Thee, what [is] life-time? Wherefore in vain hast Thou created All the sons of men?

Thou hast inundated them, they are asleep, In the morning as grass he changeth.

For we were consumed in Thine anger, And in Thy fury we have been troubled.

For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.

My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me.

because all flesh [is] as grass, and all glory of man as flower of grass; wither did the grass, and the flower of it fell away,

And of all things the end hath come nigh; be sober-minded, then, and watch unto the prayers,

and the world doth pass away, and the desire of it, and he who is doing the will of God, he doth remain -- to the age.