For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
and Enoch walked with God: and he was not; for God took him.
But man dieth, and wasteth away: yea, man giveth up the ghost, 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 the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field:
the grass withereth, the flower fadeth; because the spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass.