For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mixed my drink with tears,

My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.

They will perish, but you will endure. Yes, all of them will wear out like a garment. You will change them like a cloak, and they will be changed.

who satisfies your desire with good things, so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's.

Like a father has compassion on his children, so the LORD has compassion on those who fear him.

As for man, his days are like grass. As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.

He covers himself with light as with a garment. He stretches out the heavens like a curtain.

They reel back and forth, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wits' end.

Yet he lifts the needy out of their affliction, and increases their families like a flock.

He clothed himself also with cursing as with his garment. It came into his inward parts like water, like oil into his bones.

I fade away like an evening shadow. I am shaken off like a locust.

Who is like the LORD, our God, who has his seat on high,

The mountains skipped like rams, the little hills like lambs.

You mountains, that you skipped like rams; you little hills, like lambs?

Those who make them will be like them; yes, everyone who trusts in them.

They surrounded me like bees. They are quenched like the burning thorns. In the name of the LORD I cut them off.

For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke. I do not forget your statutes.

You put away all the wicked of the earth like dross. Therefore I love your testimonies.

I have gone astray like a lost sheep. Seek your servant, for I do not forget your commandments.

Our soul has escaped like a bird out of the fowler's snare. The snare is broken, and we have escaped.

When the LORD brought back those who returned to Zion, we were like those who dream.

Restore our fortunes again, LORD, like the streams in the Negev.

Your wife will be as a fruitful vine, in the innermost parts of your house; your children like olive plants, around your table.

Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with his mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me.

It is like the precious oil on the head, that ran down on the beard, even Aaron's beard; that came down on the edge of his robes;

like the dew of Hermon, that comes down on the hills of Zion: for there the LORD gives the blessing, even life forevermore.

Those who make them will be like them; yes, everyone who trusts in them.

even the darkness doesn't hide from you, but the night shines as the day. The darkness is like light to you.

They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent. Viper's poison is under their lips. Selah.

Let my prayer be set before you like incense; the lifting up of my hands like the evening sacrifice.

Let the righteous strike me, it is kindness; let him reprove me, it is like oil on the head; do not let my head refuse it; Yet my prayer is always against evil deeds.

I spread forth my hands to you. My soul thirsts for you, like a parched land. Selah.

Hurry to answer me, LORD. My spirit fails. Do not hide your face from me, so that I do not become like those who go down into the pit.

Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.

Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.

He gives snow like wool, and scatters frost like ashes.

He hurls down his hail like pebbles. Who can stand before his cold?

let's swallow them up alive like Sheol, and whole, like those who go down into the pit.

when calamity overtakes you like a storm, when your disaster comes on like a whirlwind; when distress and anguish come on you.

But the path of the righteous is like the dawning light, that shines more and more until the perfect day.

The way of the wicked is like darkness. They do not know what they stumble over.

Free yourself, like a gazelle from the hand of the hunter, like a bird from the snare of the fowler.

The tongue of the righteous is like choice silver. The heart of the wicked is of little worth.

Like a gold ring in a pig's snout, is a beautiful woman who lacks discretion.

There is one who speaks rashly like the piercing of a sword, but the tongue of the wise heals.

The way of the sluggard is like a thorn patch, but the path of the upright is a highway.

In the light of the king's face is life. His favor is like a cloud of the spring rain.

A worthless man devises mischief. His speech is like a scorching fire.

The beginning of strife is like breaching a dam, therefore stop contention before quarreling breaks out.

The words of a man's mouth are like deep waters. The fountain of wisdom is like a flowing brook.

The words of a gossip are like dainty morsels: they go down into a person's innermost parts.

The rich man's wealth is his strong city, like an unscalable wall in his own imagination.

A brother offended is more difficult than a fortified city; and disputes are like the bars of a fortress.

The king's wrath is like the roaring of a lion, but his favor is like dew on the grass.

The terror of a king is like the roaring of a lion. He who provokes him to anger forfeits his own life.

Counsel in the heart of man is like deep water; but a man of understanding will draw it out.

The king's heart is in the LORD's hand like the watercourses. He turns it wherever he desires.

Why do you set your eyes on that which is not? For it certainly sprouts wings like an eagle and flies in the sky.

Yes, she lies in wait like a robber, and increases the unfaithful among men.

In the end, it bites like a serpent, and poisons like a viper.

An honest answer is like a kiss on the lips.

A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in settings of silver.

A man who gives false testimony against his neighbor is like a club, a sword, or a sharp arrow.

Confidence in someone unfaithful in time of trouble is like a bad tooth, or a lame foot.

Like cold water to a thirsty soul, so is good news from a far country.

Like a muddied spring, and a polluted well, so is a righteous man who gives way before the wicked.

Like a city that is broken down and without walls is a man whose spirit is without restraint.

Like snow in summer, and as rain in harvest, so honor is not fitting for a fool.

Like a fluttering sparrow, like a darting swallow, so the undeserved curse doesn't come to rest.

Do not answer a fool according to his folly, lest you also be like him.

Like the legs of the lame that hang loose: so is a parable in the mouth of fools.

Like a thornbush that goes into the hand of a drunkard, so is a parable in the mouth of fools.

Like one who grabs a dog's ears is one who passes by and meddles in a quarrel not his own.

Like a madman who shoots firebrands, arrows, and death,

Like silver dross on an earthen vessel are the lips of a fervent one with an evil heart.

restraining her is like restraining the wind, or like grasping oil in his right hand.

A needy man who oppresses the poor is like a driving rain which leaves no crops.

There is a generation whose teeth are like swords, and their jaws like knives, to devour the poor from the earth, and the needy from among men.

She is like the merchant ships. She brings her bread from afar.

For of the wise man, even as of the fool, there is no memory for ever, seeing that in the days to come all will have been long forgotten. Indeed, the wise man must die just like the fool.

I said in my heart, "As for the sons of men, God tests them, so that they may see that they themselves are like animals.

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?

Who is like the wise man? And who knows the interpretation of a thing? A man's wisdom makes his face shine, and the hardness of his face is changed.

But it shall not be well with the wicked, neither shall he lengthen days like a shadow; because he doesn't fear God.

I have seen servants on horses, and princes walking like servants on the earth.

The words of the wise are like goads; and like nails well fastened are words from the masters of collections, which are given from one shepherd.

I am dark, but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem, like Kedar's tents, like Solomon's curtains.

My beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, he stands behind our wall. He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.

Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.

Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all spices of the merchant?

Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.

Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

Your neck is like David's tower built for an armory, whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.

Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.

Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.

His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.

His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.

His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.