For the wind passes over it, and it is gone; and its place shall know it no more.
And Enoch walked with God, and then he was not, for God took him.
But man dies and is cut off; and man expires, and where is he?
An eye glimpsed him, but will not again; yea, his place shall not see him again.
The voice said, Cry! And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the beauty of it is as the flower of the field.
The grass withers, the flower fades, because the Spirit of Jehovah blows on it; surely the people is grass.