While it is yet in its greenness, not cut down, it withers before any other reed.
that the triumphing of the wicked is short, the joy of the godless but for a moment?
*Can the papyrus grow up without mire? Can the rushes grow without water?
So are the paths of all who forget God. The hope of the godless man shall perish,
The rivers will become foul. The streams of Egypt will be diminished and dried up. The reeds and flags will wither away.
For he shall be like the heath in the desert, and shall not see when good comes, but shall inhabit the parched places in the wilderness, a salt land and not inhabited.
What was sown on the rocky places, this is he who hears the word, and immediately with joy receives it;
For, *All flesh is like grass, and all of man's glory like the flower in the grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls;