In the morningit flourishesand sproutsanew;Toward eveningit fadesand withersaway.
"Like a flowerhe comesforthand withers.He also fleeslike a shadowand does not remain.
But You, O LORD,abideforever,And Your nameto allgenerations.
Becauseof the loudnessof my groaningMy bonesclingto my flesh.
That when the wickedsproutedup likegrassAnd allwho didiniquityflourished,It [was only] that they might be destroyedforevermore.
A voicesays,"Callout." Then he answered,"Whatshall I callout?" Allfleshis grass,and allits lovelinessis like the flowerof the field.
"But ifGodsoclothesthe grassof the field,which is [alive] todayand tomorrowis throwninto the furnace,[will He] not muchmore[clothe] you? You of little faith!
For the sunriseswith a scorching windand withersthe grass;and its flowerfalls offand the beautyof its appearanceis destroyed;sotoothe rich manin the midst of his pursuitswill fade away.
