While it is yet in its greenness, and not cut down, it withers before any other plant.
That the triumph of the wicked is short, and the joy of the hypocrite but for a moment?
Can the rush grow up without mire? can the marsh grass grow without water?
So are the paths of all that forget God; and the hypocrite’s hope shall perish:
And they shall remove the rivers far away; and the brooks of defense shall be emptied and dried up: the reeds and rushes shall wither.
For he shall be like the heath in the desert, and shall not see when good comes; but shall inhabit the parched places in the wilderness, in a salt land and not inhabited.
But he who received the seed into stony places, the same is he who hears the word, and immediately with joy receives it;
For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls away: