Whenthe windhas passedoverit, it is nomore,And its placeacknowledgesit nolonger.
Enochwalkedwith God;and he was not, for Godtookhim.
"But mandiesand liesprostrate.Manexpires,and whereis he?
"The eyewhich sawhim sees him nolonger, And his placenolongerbeholdshim.
A voicesays,"Callout." Then he answered,"Whatshall I callout?" Allfleshis grass,and allits lovelinessis like the flowerof the field.
The grasswithers,the flowerfades,Whenthe breathof the LORDblowsupon it; Surelythe peopleare grass.
