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

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

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

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

In the few days of our meaningless lives, who knows how our days can best be spent? Our lives are like a shadow. Who can tell what will happen on this earth after we are gone?

And those who are rich should boast that God has humbled them. They will fade away like a little flower in the field.

You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand. My entire lifetime is just a moment to you; at best, each of us is but a breath.” InterludeWe are merely moving shadows, and all our busy rushing ends in nothing. We heap up wealth, not knowing who will spend it.

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

How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog— it’s here a little while, then it’s gone.

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.The grass withers and the flowers fade beneath the breath of the Lord. And so it is with people.The grass withers and the flowers fade, but the word of our God stands forever.”

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