Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: In the morning they are like grass which groweth up.
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.
For, All flesh is as grass, And all the glory thereof as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower falleth:
As a dream when one awaketh, So, O Lord, when thou awakest, thou wilt despise their image.
Who were snatched away before their time, Whose foundation was poured out as a stream,
He shall fly away as a dream, and shall not be found: Yea, he shall be chased away as a vision of the night.
They are passed away as the swift ships; As the eagle that swoopeth on the prey.
Betwixt morning and evening they are destroyed: They perish for ever without any regarding it.
My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd’s tent: I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life; he will cut me off from the loom: From day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
I quieted myself until morning; as a lion, so he breaketh all my bones: From day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
The grass withereth, the flower fadeth, because the breath of Jehovah bloweth upon it; surely the people is grass.