His truth shall compass thee with a shield: thou shalt not be afraid of the terror of the night.
The voice of one, saying: Cry. And I said: What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the glory thereof as the flower of the field.
For all flesh is as grass; and all the glory thereof as the flower of grass. The grass is withered, and the flower thereof is fallen away.
Have regard to thy covenant: for they that are the obscure of the earth have been filled with dwellings of iniquity.
Who were taken away before their time: and a flood hath overthrown their foundation.
As a dream that fleeth away he shall not be found: he shall pass as a vision of the night:
They have passed by as ships carrying fruits, as an eagle flying to the prey.
From morning till evening they shall be cut down: and because no one understandeth, they shall perish for ever.
My generation is at an end; and it is rolled away from me, as a shepherd's tent. My life is cut off, as by a weaver: whilst I was yet but beginning, he cut me off. From morning even to night thou wilt make an end of me.
I hoped till morning: as a lion so hath he broken all my bones. From morning even to night thou wilt make an end of me.
The grass is withered, and the dower is fallen, because the spirit of the Lord hath blown upon it. Indeed the people is grass.