For the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and its place knows it no more.
Enoch walked with God, and then he was no more because God took him.
But man dies and wastes away; yes, man gives up his breath, and where is he?
The eye that saw him will see him no more; nor will his place behold him anymore.
The voice said, “Cry out.” And he said, “What shall I cry out?” All flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is as the flower of the field.
The grass withers, the flower fades because the Spirit of the Lord blows upon it; surely the people are grass.