My days are like an evening shadow; I wither away like grass.

我的年日如日影偏斜；我也如草枯干。

我的年日如夕阳，我也如草枯干。

我的年日如夕阳，我也如草枯干。

我的生命就像黄昏的影子，又如枯干的草芥。

我的年日好像日影偏斜，我也好像草一般枯干。

我的年日如同偏斜的影子，我像牧草那样枯干。

我的年日如日影偏斜；我也如草枯乾。

我的年日如夕陽，我也如草枯乾。

我的年日如夕陽，我也如草枯乾。

我的生命就像黃昏的影子，又如枯乾的草芥。

我的年日好像日影偏斜，我也好像草一般枯乾。

我的年日如同日影偏斜；我，我正如草枯乾。

我的年日如同偏斜的影子，我像牧草那樣枯乾。

我日如晷延長、我躬如草枯槁兮、○

余之生命、如影沉西、如草凋零兮、

我之年歲、如日影已斜、我亦枯槁如草、

昔蒙主高舉。今為主遐遺。

My days are like the evening shadow; I wither away like grass.

The days of my life are like an evening shadow. I dry up like grass.

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

My days are like a lengthening shadow, and I wither away like grass.

My days are like a lengthened shadow, And I wither away like grass.

My days are like a shadow that lengthens, And I wither away like grass.

My days are like a shadow that declineth; And I am withered like grass.

My days are like a lengthening shadow, and I wither away like grass.

My days[ are] like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.

My days are coming to an end, and I am withered like grass.

My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.

He comes out like a flower and withers; he flees like a shadow and continues not.

I am gone like a shadow at evening; I am shaken off like a locust.

Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.

For who knows what is good for man while he lives the few days of his vain life, which he passes like a shadow? For who can tell man what will be after him under the sun?

and the rich in his humiliation, because like a flower of the grass he will pass away.

Behold, you have made my days a few handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely all mankind stands as a mere breath! SelahSurely a man goes about as a shadow! Surely for nothing they are in turmoil; man heaps up wealth and does not know who will gather!

For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace.My heart is struck down like grass and has withered; I forget to eat my bread.

yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.

A voice says,“ Cry!” And I said,“ What shall I cry?” All flesh is grass, and all its beauty is like the flower of the field.The grass withers, the flower fades when the breath of the Lord blows on it; surely the people are grass.The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God will stand forever.

for“ All flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls,