While it is yet green, and not cut down, it withers before any other plant.
That the triumphing of the wicked is short, and the joy of the hypocrite but for a moment?
Can the papyrus grow up without a marsh? can the reeds grow without water?
So are the paths of all that forget God; and the hypocrite’s hope shall perish:
And they shall turn the rivers foul; and the brooks of Egypt shall be emptied and dried up: the reeds and rushes shall wither.
For he shall be like the shrub in the desert, and shall not see when good comes; but shall inhabit the parched places in the wilderness, in a salt land which is not inhabited.
But he that received the seed in stony places, the same is he that hears the word, and immediately with joy receives it;
For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withers, and the flower thereof falls away: