Psalm 102:4

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

My days are like an outstretched shadow, And as for me, I dry up like grass.

Their soul abhorred all kinds of food, And they reached the gates of death.

He has caused my flesh and my skin to waste away; He has broken my bones.

Their form is blacker than soot; They are not recognized in the streets; Their skin is shriveled on their bones; It is withered, it has become like wood.

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.