Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
For my days go up in smoke, and my bones are charred like a fireplace.
Look, you make my days short-lived, and my life span is nothing from your perspective. Surely all people, even those who seem secure, are nothing but vapor.
I am fading away like a shadow at the end of the day; I am shaken off like a locust.
People are like a vapor, their days like a shadow that disappears.
He grows up like a flower and then withers away; he flees like a shadow, and does not remain.
For no one knows what is best for a person during his life -- during the few days of his fleeting life -- for they pass away like a shadow. Nor can anyone tell him what the future will hold for him on earth.
You do not know about tomorrow. What is your life like? For you are a puff of smoke that appears for a short time and then vanishes.
I am withered
My heart is parched and withered like grass, for I am unable to eat food.
A voice says, "Cry out!" Another asks, "What should I cry out?" The first voice responds: "All people are like grass, and all their promises are like the flowers in the field.
But the rich person's pride should be in his humiliation, because he will pass away like a wildflower in the meadow.
1 Peter 1:24
For all flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of the grass; the grass withers and the flower falls off,