Psalms 144:4
Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
Man is like vanity: his days are as a shadow that passes away.
Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
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Man is like a thinge of naught, his tyme passeth awaye like a shadowe.
Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.
Man is lyke a thyng of naught: his dayes be lyke a shadowe that passeth away.
Man is like to vanity: his days [are] as a shadow that passeth away.
Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.
Man to vanity hath been like, His days `are' as a shadow passing by.
Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away.
Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away.
Man is like a breath: his life is like a shade which is quickly gone.
Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.
People are like a vapor, their days like a shadow that disappears.
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14 For He knows how we are formed; He remembers that we are dust.
15 As for man, his days are like grass, he blooms like a flower of the field.
16 The wind blows over it, and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more.
1 Man, born of a woman, is short-lived and full of trouble.
2 He springs up like a flower and withers away; he flees like a shadow and does not endure.
3 Lord, what is man that You care for him, or a son of man that You think of him?
4 My heart grew hot within me; as I meditated, the fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue:
5 LORD, let me know my end and the number of my days, so I may understand how fleeting my life is.
6 Behold, You have made my days a few handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing before You. Surely, every man is but a breath. Selah.
4 When their breath departs, they return to the earth; on that very day their plans perish.
14 Why, 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.
11 Because of your wrath and indignation, for you have lifted me up and thrown me aside.
11 The more words, the more meaningless—and what advantage does that bring to anyone?
12 For 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?
10 But a man dies and is laid low; he breathes his last and where is he?
11 As the waters of a lake dry up or a riverbed becomes parched and dry,
9 for we were only born yesterday and know nothing, and our days on earth are but a shadow.
12 Their inward thought is that their houses will last forever, and their dwelling places for all generations; they call their lands by their own names.
47 How long, LORD? Will you hide yourself forever? Will your wrath keep burning like fire?
15 all flesh would perish together, and mankind would return to dust.
11 Remove Your stroke from me; I am consumed by the blow of Your hand.
4 For it comes in vain and departs in darkness, and its name is covered in darkness.
5 Are Your days like the days of a human? Are Your years like those of a strong man?
8 For if a person lives many years, let him rejoice in all of them, but let him remember the days of darkness, for they will be many. All that comes is meaningless.
17 What is mankind that you make so much of them, that you give them so much attention,
15 For we are strangers and temporary residents before you, as were all our ancestors. Our days on earth are like a shadow, without hope.
24 For, "All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flower of the grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls off,
11 The LORD knows the thoughts of man; He knows they are but a breath.
22 Stop trusting in man, who has but a breath in his nostrils. Of what account is he?
10 and the rich in his humiliation, because like a flower of the grass he will pass away.
11 For 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.
6 My days pass more swiftly than a weaver's shuttle, and they come to an end without hope.
19 For 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.
20 All go to the same place; all come from dust, and to dust all return.
3 You turn humankind back to dust, saying, 'Return, O children of man.'
4 For a thousand years in your sight are like yesterday when it passes, or like a watch in the night.
1 Isn't human life on earth like hard labor and their days like those of a hired worker?
2 Answer me when I call, O God of my righteousness. You have given me relief when I was in trouble. Be gracious to me and hear my prayer.
19 How much more those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth!
20 From morning to evening they are broken to pieces; without anyone noticing, they perish forever.
4 When I look at Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, the moon, and the stars that You have set in place—
9 Trust in Him at all times, you people; pour out your hearts to Him, for God is our refuge. Selah.
9 All our days pass away under your wrath; we finish our years with a sigh.
10 The 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.
8 'Utter futility,' says the Teacher. 'Everything is futile!'
11 My days have passed, my plans are broken off, and the desires of my heart are gone.
6 In the morning it flourishes and grows, but by evening it withers and dries up.
5 A person’s days are determined; you have decreed the number of their months and set limits they cannot exceed.
4 And I saw that all toil and all skill in work are driven by one person’s envy of another. This too is meaningless, a chasing after the wind.
23 All their days are full of sorrow, and their work is filled with grief; even at night their mind does not rest. This too is meaningless.