"While it is stillgreen[and] not cutdown,Yet it withersbeforeany[other] plant.
That the triumphingof the wickedis short,And the joyof the godlessmomentary?
"Can the papyrusgrowup withouta marsh?Can the rushesgrowwithoutwater?
"Soare the pathsof allwhoforgetGod;And the hopeof the godlesswill perish,
The canalswill emita stench,The streamsof Egyptwill thinout and dryup; The reedsand rusheswill rotaway.
"For he will be like a bushin the desertAnd will not seewhenprosperitycomes,But will livein stonywastesin the wilderness,A landof saltwithoutinhabitant.
"The one on whom seed was sownon the rockyplaces, thisis the man who hearsthe wordand immediatelyreceivesit with joy;
For, "ALLFLESHIS LIKEGRASS,AND ALLITS GLORYLIKETHE FLOWEROF GRASS.THE GRASSWITHERS,AND THE FLOWERFALLS OFF,
