But a scorching wind blows, and they quickly wither to be forever forgotten.
(SEE 5:23)
Humans are different-- we die, and that's the end.
and vanish from the sight of family and friends.
Someone told me to shout, and I asked, "What should I shout?" We humans are merely grass, and we last no longer than wild flowers.
At the LORD's command, flowers and grass disappear, and so do we.