⁶ My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

⁹ (For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days upon earth are a shadow:)

² He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

⁷ I said, Days should speak, and multitude of years should teach wisdom.

¹¹ My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.

⁴ Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.

¹² For who knoweth what is good for man in this life, all the days of his vain life which he spendeth as a shadow? for who can tell a man what shall be after him under the sun?