They will soon disappear like grass without rain.
We are flowers that fade and shadows that vanish.
Though the wicked sprout and spread like grass, they will be pulled up by their roots.
But you will rule over all of us for ever,
They will soon be gone like the flame of a lamp that burns out.
The Scriptures say, “Humans wither like grass, and their glory fades like wild flowers. Grass dries up, and flowers fall to the ground.