Psalms 103:15
As for man, his days are like grass. As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.
As for man, his days are like grass. As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.
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16 For the wind passes over it, and it is gone. Its place remembers it no more.
24 For, "All flesh is like grass, and all of man's glory like the flower in the grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls;
3 Yahweh, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?
4 Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.
6 The voice of one saying, "Cry!" One said, "What shall I cry?" "All flesh is like grass, and all its glory is like the flower of the field.
7 The grass withers, the flower fades, because Yahweh's breath blows on it. Surely the people are like grass.
8 The grass withers, the flower fades; but the word of our God stands forever."
1 "Man, who is born of a woman, is of few days, and full of trouble.
2 He comes forth like a flower, and is cut down. He also flees like a shadow, and doesn't continue.
14 For he knows how we are made. He remembers that we are dust.
10 and the rich, in that he is made humble, because like the flower in the grass, he will pass away.
11 For the sun arises with the scorching wind, and withers the grass, and the flower in it falls, and the beauty of its appearance perishes. So also will the rich man fade away in his pursuits.
11 My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.
4 For a thousand years in your sight are just like yesterday when it is past, like a watch in the night.
5 You sweep them away as they sleep. In the morning they sprout like new grass.
6 In the morning it sprouts and springs up. By evening, it is withered and dry.
12 While it is yet in its greenness, not cut down, it withers before any other reed.
9 yet through the scent of water it will bud, and put forth boughs like a plant.
10 But man dies, and is laid low. Yes, man gives up the spirit, and where is he?
11 As the waters fail from the sea, and the river wastes and dries up,
15 all flesh would perish together, and man would turn again to dust.
4 His spirit departs, and he returns to the earth. In that very day, his thoughts perish.
12 But man, despite his riches, doesn't endure. He is like the animals that perish.
2 For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither like the green herb.
14 Whereas you don't know what your life will be like tomorrow. For what is your life? For you are a vapor, that appears for a little time, and then vanishes away.
5 Behold, you have made my days handbreadths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath." Selah.
9 For all our days have passed away in your wrath. We bring our years to an end as a sigh.
10 The days of our years are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty years; yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, for it passes quickly, and we fly away.
14 He causes the grass to grow for the livestock, and plants for man to cultivate, that he may bring forth food out of the earth:
19 For that which happens to the sons of men happens to animals. Even one thing happens to them. As the one dies, so the other dies. Yes, they have all one breath; and man has no advantage over the animals: for all is vanity.
20 All go to one place. All are from the dust, and all turn to dust again.
39 He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes away, and doesn't come again.
6 Let them be as the grass on the housetops, which withers before it grows up;
5 Are your days as the days of mortals, or your years as man's years,
7 though the wicked spring up as the grass, and all the evildoers flourish, they will be destroyed forever.
47 Remember how short my time is! For what vanity have you created all the children of men!
15 For we are strangers before you, and foreigners, as all our fathers were. Our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is no remaining.
3 For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.
4 My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread.
22 Stop trusting in man, whose breath is in his nostrils; for of what account is he?
27 Therefore their inhabitants had little power. They were dismayed and confounded. They were like the grass of the field, and like the green herb, like the grass on the housetops, and like a field before its crop has grown.
9 (For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days on earth are a shadow.)
1 "Isn't a man forced to labor on earth? Aren't his days like the days of a hired hand?
29 You hide your face: they are troubled; you take away their breath: they die, and return to the dust.
4 The fading flower of his glorious beauty, which is on the head of the fertile valley, shall be like the first-ripe fig before the summer; which someone picks and eats as soon as he sees it.
12 For who knows what is good for man in life, all the days of his vain life which he spends like a shadow? For who can tell a man what will be after him under the sun?
24 They are exalted; yet a little while, and they are gone. Yes, they are brought low, they are taken out of the way as all others, and are cut off as the tops of the ears of grain.
23 Man goes forth to his work, to his labor until the evening.
28 But if this is how God clothes the grass in the field, which today exists, and tomorrow is cast into the oven, how much more will he clothe you, O you of little faith?
5 Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months is with you, and you have appointed his bounds that he can't pass;