Psalms 103:15
As for man, his days are like grass, he blooms like a flower of the field.
As for man, his days are like grass, he blooms like a flower of the field.
As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.
As for man, his days are like grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourishes.
As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.
As for man, his days are as grass; As a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.
As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.
That a man in his tyme is but as is grasse, & florisheth as a floure of the felde.
The dayes of man are as grasse: as a flowre of the fielde, so florisheth he.
The dayes of man are as the dayes of an hearbe: he florisheth as a flowre in the fielde.
[As for] man, his days [are] as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.
As for man, his days are like grass. As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.
Mortal man! as grass `are' his days, As a flower of the field so he flourisheth;
As for man, his days are as grass; As a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.
As for man, his days are as grass; As a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.
As for man, his days are as grass: his beautiful growth is like the flower of the field.
As for man, his days are like grass. As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.
A person’s life is like grass. Like a flower in the field it flourishes,
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16The wind blows over it, and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more.
24For, "All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flower of the grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls off,
3Lord, what is man that You care for him, or a son of man that You think of him?
4Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
6A voice says, 'Cry out.' And I said, 'What shall I cry?' All people are like grass, and all their faithfulness is like the flowers of the field.
7The grass withers and the flowers fall, because the breath of the Lord blows on them. Surely the people are like grass.
8The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever.
1Man, born of a woman, is short-lived and full of trouble.
2He springs up like a flower and withers away; he flees like a shadow and does not endure.
14For He knows how we are formed; He remembers that we are dust.
10and the rich in his humiliation, because like a flower of the grass he will pass away.
11For the sun rises with its scorching heat, and withers the grass; its flower falls, and its beauty perishes. In the same way, the rich person will fade away in the midst of his pursuits.
11Because of your wrath and indignation, for you have lifted me up and thrown me aside.
4For a thousand years in your sight are like yesterday when it passes, or like a watch in the night.
5You sweep them away like a flood; they are like a dream, like grass that springs up in the morning—
6In the morning it flourishes and grows, but by evening it withers and dries up.
12While still in their greenness and not cut down, they wither more quickly than any grass.
9at the scent of water it will bud and produce branches like a young plant.
10But a man dies and is laid low; he breathes his last and where is he?
11As the waters of a lake dry up or a riverbed becomes parched and dry,
15all flesh would perish together, and mankind would return to dust.
4When their breath departs, they return to the earth; on that very day their plans perish.
12Their inward thought is that their houses will last forever, and their dwelling places for all generations; they call their lands by their own names.
2For they will soon wither like grass and fade like green plants.
14Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.
5LORD, let me know my end and the number of my days, so I may understand how fleeting my life is.
9All our days pass away under your wrath; we finish our years with a sigh.
10The span of our life is seventy years—or eighty, if we have strength; yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away.
14He causes the grass to grow for the livestock and plants for people to cultivate, bringing forth food from the earth,
19For the fate of humans and the fate of animals is the same. As one dies, so dies the other; they all have the same breath, and humans have no advantage over animals, for everything is meaningless.
20All go to the same place; all come from dust, and to dust all return.
39He remembered that they were but flesh, a passing breeze that does not return.
6Let them be like grass on the housetops, which withers before it grows up,
5Are Your days like the days of a human? Are Your years like those of a strong man?
7A senseless person does not know, and a fool does not understand this:
47How long, LORD? Will you hide yourself forever? Will your wrath keep burning like fire?
15For we are strangers and temporary residents before you, as were all our ancestors. Our days on earth are like a shadow, without hope.
3Do not hide your face from me in the day of my distress; incline your ear to me; on the day I call, answer me quickly.
4For my days vanish like smoke, and my bones are burned like a hearth.
22Stop trusting in man, who has but a breath in his nostrils. Of what account is he?
27Their inhabitants, stripped of strength, were dismayed and put to shame. They were like grass in the field, tender green shoots, grass on the housetops, scorched before it grows up.
9for we were only born yesterday and know nothing, and our days on earth are but a shadow.
1Isn't human life on earth like hard labor and their days like those of a hired worker?
29When You hide Your face, they are terrified; when You take away their breath, they die and return to the dust.
4The fading flower of its glorious beauty, which is on the head of the fertile valley, will be like an early fig before the summer harvest—when someone sees it, they quickly swallow it while it is still in their hand.
12For who knows what is good for a person in life, during the few days of their fleeting life? They pass like a shadow. Who can tell them what will happen under the sun after they are gone?
24They are exalted for a little while, but then they are gone; they are brought low and gathered up like all others, and like the heads of grain, they are cut off.
23Man goes out to his work and to his labor until evening.
28If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will He clothe you—O you of little faith!
5A person’s days are determined; you have decreed the number of their months and set limits they cannot exceed.