For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; And the place thereof shall know it no more.
The grass withereth, the flower fadeth, because the breath of Jehovah bloweth 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 dieth, and is laid low: Yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?
and Enoch walked with God: and he was not; for God took him.
The voice of one saying, Cry. And one said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field.