Job 7:6

Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.

When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.

My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.

Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up.

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

As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.

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