For the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and the place thereof shall know it no more.
The grass withers, the flower fades, because the breath of LORD blows upon it. Surely the people is grass.
The eye which saw him shall see him no more, neither shall his place any more behold him.
But man dies, and is laid low. Yea, man gives up the spirit, and where is he?
And Enoch walked with God, and he was not, for God took him.
The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness of it is as the flower of the field.