You carry them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep; in the morning they are like grass which grows up.
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.
For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of men as the flower of the grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls out,
like a dream when one awakens; so, O Jehovah, when You awake, You shall despise their image.
They were seized, but there was not time; their foundation was poured out by a flood;
He flies away like a dream, and shall not be found, and shall be chased away like a vision of the night.
They have passed away like the swift ships; like the eagle who swoops on the prey.
They are destroyed from morning till evening; they perish forever without anyone caring.
My generation is departed and removed from me like a shepherd's tent; I have cut off my life like a weaver; He will cut me off from the loom; from day even to night You will make an end of me.
I place Him before me until morning, that, as a lion, so He breaks all my bones; from day even until night You make an end of me.
The grass withers, the flower fades, because the Spirit of Jehovah blows on it; surely the people is grass.