My days are like a lengthened shadow, And 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 days are like an evening shadow; I wither away 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 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.

Like a flower he comes out and withers. He also flees like a shadow and does not remain.

I am passing like a shadow when it lengthens; I am shaken off like the locust.

Man is like the breath; His days are like a passing shadow.

For who knows what is good for a person during his lifetime, during the few years of his futile life? He will spend them like a shadow. For who can tell a person what will happen after him under the sun?

but the rich person is to glory in his humiliation, because like flowering grass he will pass away.

Behold, You have made my days like hand widths, And my lifetime as nothing in Your sight; Certainly all mankind standing is a mere breath. SelahCertainly every person walks around as a fleeting shadow; They certainly make an uproar for nothing; He amasses riches and does not know who will gather them.

For my days have ended in smoke, And my bones have been scorched like a hearth.My heart has been struck like grass and has withered, Indeed, I forget to eat my bread.

Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. For you are just a vapor that appears for a little while, and then vanishes away.

A voice says,“ Call out.” Then he answered,“ What shall I call out?” All flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is like the flower of the field.The grass withers, the flower fades, When the breath of the Lord blows upon it; The people are indeed grass!The grass withers, the flower fades, But the word of our God stands forever.

For,“ All flesh is like grass, And all its glory is like the flower of grass. The grass withers, And the flower falls off,