My eyes have grown dim 1 with grief; my whole frame 2 is but a shadow.
I am fading away like a shadow at the end of the day; 1 I am shaken off like a locust.
People 1 are like a vapor, their days like a shadow that disappears. 2
He grows up 1 like a flower and then withers away; 2 he flees like a shadow, and does not remain. 3
My days are coming to an end, 1 and I am withered like grass.
For we are resident foreigners and nomads in your presence, like all our ancestors; 1 our days are like a shadow on the earth, without security. 2
But it will not go well with the wicked, nor will they 1 prolong their 2 days like a shadow, 3 because they 4 do not stand in fear 5 before God.
Each of them 1 will be like a shelter from the wind and a refuge from a rainstorm; like streams of water in a dry region and like the shade of a large cliff in a parched land.
For no one knows what is best for a person during his life 1 – during the few days of his fleeting life – for 2 they pass away 3 like a shadow. Nor can anyone tell him what the future will hold for him on earth. 4