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