May they be like grass on the flat roof of a house, grass that dries up as soon as it sprouts.
Then seven other heads of grain came up. They were thin and scorched by a wind from the desert.
Their people became weak, terribly confused. They were like wild flowers or tender young grass growing on a flat roof, scorched before it matures.
They will soon disappear like grass without rain.
Though the wicked sprout and spread like grass, they will be pulled up by their roots.
Their people became weak, terribly confused. They were like wild flowers or like tender young grass growing on a flat roof or like a field of grain before it matures.
But when the sun came up, the plants were scorched and dried up, because they did not have enough roots.