For the wind passes over it, and it is gone; and the place there shall know it no more.
And Enoch walked with God: and he was not; for God took him.
But man dies, and wastes away: yea, man expires, and where is he?
The eye also which saw him shall see him no more; neither shall his place any more behold him.
The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is as the flower of the field:
The grass withers, the flower fades: because the breath of the LORD blows upon it: surely the people are grass.