Ps.102.11

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

Ps.102.11

There's nothing left of me--a withered weed, swept clean from the path.

Ps.102.11

My days are like a shadow that lengthens, And I wither away like grass.

Ps.102.11

My life passes as swiftly as the evening shadows. I am withering like grass.