Psalm 102:11

Be gracious to me, O Yahweh, for I am pining away; Heal me, O Yahweh, for my bones are dismayed.

I am passing like a shadow when it is stretched out; I am shaken off like the locust.

Man is like a breath; His days are like a passing shadow.

A voice says, “Call out.” Then he answered, “What shall I call out?” All flesh is grass, and all its lovingkindness is like the flower of the field.

For the sun rises with a scorching heat and withers the grass; and its flower falls off and the beauty of its appearance is destroyed; so too the rich man in the midst of his pursuits will fade away.