then the wind blows on it, and it is gone— no one sees it again.
He spent his life in fellowship with God, and then he disappeared, because God took him away.
But we die, and that is the end of us; we die, and where are we then?
The wicked will disappear from the place where they used to live;
A voice cries out, “Proclaim a message!” “What message shall I proclaim?” I ask. “Proclaim that all human beings are like grass; they last no longer than wild flowers.
Grass withers and flowers fade when the Lord sends the wind blowing over them. People are no more enduring than grass.