When the wind blows over the flower, it disappears, and there is no longer any sign of it.
Enoch walked with God; then he was gone because God took him.
But a human dies and is powerless. A person breathes his last breath, and where is he?
Eyes that saw him will see him no more. His home will not look at him again.
A voice called, “Call out!” I asked, “What should I call out?” “Call out: All people are like grass, and all their beauty is like a flower in the field.
Grass dries up, and flowers wither when the Lord’s breath blows on them. Yes, people are like grass.