My days are coming to an end, and I am withered 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 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 like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.

He grows up like a flower and then withers away; he flees like a shadow, and does not remain.

I am fading away like a shadow at the end of the day; I am shaken off like a locust.

People are like a vapor, their days like a shadow that disappears.

For no one knows what is best for a person during his life– during the few days of his fleeting life– for they pass away like a shadow. Nor can anyone tell him what the future will hold for him on earth.

But the rich person’s pride should be in his humiliation, because he will pass away like a wildflower in the meadow.

Look, you make my days short-lived, and my life span is nothing from your perspective. Surely all people, even those who seem secure, are nothing but vapor.Surely people go through life as mere ghosts. Surely they accumulate worthless wealth without knowing who will eventually haul it away.”

For my days go up in smoke, and my bones are charred like a fireplace.My heart is parched and withered like grass, for I am unable to eat food.

You do not know about tomorrow. What is your life like? For you are a puff of smoke that appears for a short time and then vanishes.

A voice says,“ Cry out!” Another asks,“ What should I cry out?” The first voice responds:“ All people are like grass, and all their promises are like the flowers in the field.The grass dries up, the flowers wither, when the wind sent by the LORD blows on them. Surely humanity is like grass.The grass dries up, the flowers wither, but the decree of our God is forever reliable.”

For all flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of the grass; the grass withers and the flower falls off,