You carry them away as with a flood; they are like a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which grows up.
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:
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:
As a dream when one awakes; so, O Lord, when you awake, you shall despise their image.
Who were cut down before their time, whose foundation was swept away with a flood:
He shall fly away as a dream, and shall not be found: yea, he shall be chased away as a vision of the night.
They are passed away as the swift ships: as the eagle that hastens to the prey.
They are destroyed from morning to evening: they perish forever without any regarding it.
My age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off from the loom: from day even to night will you make an end of me.
I considered till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day even to night will you make an end of me.
The grass withers, the flower fades: because the breath of the LORD blows upon it: surely the people are grass.