You know, O Jehovah that we pass through life like exiles and strangers, as our ancestors did. Our days are like a passing shadow, and we cannot escape death.

It is like a worker who longs for the day to end, like a servant waiting to be paid.

Keep me as if I were the pupil (apple) of your eye (center of attention). Hide me in the shadow of your wings.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil for you are with me. Your rod and your staff they comfort me.

My days are like a lengthened shadow and I wither away like grass.

Jehovah, be gracious to us; we long for you. Be our strength every morning, our salvation in time of distress.

He made my tongue like a sharp sword. He hid me in the palm of his hand. He made me like a sharpened arrow and hid me in his quiver.

Prepare for war against her. Arise, and let us attack at noon. Woe to us, for the day declines (is nearly over), for the shadows of the evening lengthen!

The leaves were beautiful and the fruit abundant. In it was food for all. The beasts of the field found shadow under it. The birds of the heavens dwelt in its branches. All flesh was fed by it.

They are a shadow of the things to come; but the substance belongs to Christ.

The work they do as priests is only a copy and a shadow of what is in heaven. It is the same as it was with Moses. When he was about to build the sacred tent, God told him: Be sure to make everything according to the pattern you were shown on the mountain.

The Law is a shadow of the good things to come. It is not the actual things. The continual yearly sacrifices can never make those who worship perfect.