For the wind passes over it, and it is gone. Its place remembers it no more.
Chanokh walked with God, and he was not, for God took him.
But man dies, and is laid low. Yes, man gives up the spirit, and where is he?
The eye which saw him shall see him no more, neither shall his place any more see him.
The voice of one saying, *Cry!* One said, *What shall I cry?* *All flesh is like grass, and all its glory is like the flower of the field.
The grass withers, the flower fades, because the LORD's breath blows on it. Surely the people are like grass.