You have sweptthem awaylikea flood,they fallasleep;In the morningthey are like grasswhich sproutsanew.
"He fliesawaylike a dream,and they cannotfindhim; Even like a visionof the nighthe is chasedaway.
Whowere snatchedawaybefore their time,Whose foundationswere washedawayby a river?
Betweenmorningand eveningthey are brokenin pieces;Unobserved,they perishforever.
"They slipby likereedboats,Like an eaglethat swoopson its prey.
Like a dreamwhenone awakes,O Lord,when aroused,You will despisetheir form.
"Like a shepherd'stentmy dwellingis pulledup and removedfrom me; As a weaverI rolledup my life.He cutsme offfrom the loom;From dayuntilnightYou makean endof me.
"I composed[my soul] untilmorning.Like a lion--soHe breaksallmy bones,From dayuntilnightYou makean endof me.
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.
For, "ALLFLESHIS LIKEGRASS,AND ALLITS GLORYLIKETHE FLOWEROF GRASS.THE GRASSWITHERS,AND THE FLOWERFALLS OFF,
