For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: because the spirit of YY bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass.
The eye also which saw him shall see him no more; neither shall his place any more behold him.
But man dieth, and wasteth away: yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?
And Hanokh walked with Elohim: and he was not; for Elohim took him.
The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field: