in the morning it sprouts and shoots up; in the evening it is cut off and dries up.
He comes forth like a flower and withers; he also flees like a shadow and does not stand.
But You, O Jehovah, shall dwell forever, and Your memory to generation and generation.
Because of the voice of my sighing, my bones cleave to my flesh.
When the wicked ones flourish like grass, and all the evildoers blossom, it is for them to be destroyed forever.
A voice said, Cry! And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all its goodness as the flower of the field!
If God so enrobes the grass of the field (which is today, and is thrown into a furnace tomorrow) will He not much rather you, little-faiths?
For the sun rose with the burning heat and dried up the grass, and its flower fell out, and the beauty of its appearance perished; so also the rich one will fade away in his journeys. Isa. 40:6, 7