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He is gone like a dream, and is not seen again; he goes in flight like a vision of the night.
Who were violently taken away before their time, who were overcome by the rush of waters:
Between morning and evening they are completely broken; they come to an end for ever, and no one takes note.
They go rushing on like reed-boats, like an eagle dropping suddenly on its food.
As a dream when one is awake, they are ended; they are like an image gone out of mind when sleep is over.
My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain.
I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.
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.
For it is said, All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flower of the grass. The grass becomes dry and the flower dead:
