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11 My days are like a lengthening shadow,
and I wither away like grass.(A)

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A human is like a breath;
his days are like a passing shadow.(A)

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12 For who knows what is good for anyone in life, in the few days of his futile life that he spends like a shadow?(A) Who can tell anyone what will happen after him under the sun?

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