Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: In the morning they are like grass which groweth up.
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:
For All flesh is as grass, And all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away:
As a dream when one awaketh; So, O Lord, when thou awakest, thou shalt despise their image.
Which were cut down out of time, Whose foundation was overflown 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 hasteth to the prey.
They are destroyed from morning to evening: They perish for ever without any regarding it.
Mine 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 with pining sickness: From day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
I reckoned till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: From day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
the grass withereth, the flower fadeth: because the spirit of the LORD bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass.