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

⁴ Lord, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is: that I may know how frail I am.

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

²³ I am gone like the shadow when it declineth: I am tossed up and down as the locust.

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?