The wind goes over it and it is gone; and its place sees it no longer.
And Enoch went on in God's ways: and he was not seen again, for God took him.
But man comes to his death and is gone: he gives up his spirit, and where is he?
The eye which saw him sees him no longer; and his place has no more knowledge of him.
A voice of one saying, Give a cry! And I said, What is my cry to be? All flesh is grass, and all its strength like the flower of the field.
The grass becomes dry, the flower is dead; because the breath of the Lord goes over it: truly the people is grass.