Psalms 144:4
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Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
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My days are like lengthening shadows, and I wither away like grass.
I am fading away like a lengthening shadow; I am shaken off like a locust.
For we were born yesterday and know nothing; our days on earth are but a shadow.
For surely we will die and be like water poured out on the ground, which cannot be recovered. Yet God does not take away a life; but He devises ways that the banished one may not be cast out from Him.
“Futility of futilities,” says the Teacher. “Everything is futile!”
Yet because the wicked do not fear God, it will not go well with them, and their days will not lengthen like a shadow.
You discipline and correct a man for his iniquity, consuming like a moth what he holds dear; surely each man is but a vapor. Selah
“Futility of futilities,” says the Teacher, “futility of futilities! Everything is futile!”
For we are foreigners and strangers in Your presence, as were all our forefathers. Our days on earth are like a shadow, without hope.
Lowborn men are but a vapor, the exalted but a lie. Weighed on the scale, they go up; together they are but a vapor.