A wind sweeps over it and it is gone; its place knows it no more.
Enoch walked with God, and he was no longer here, for God took him.
But when a man dies, all vigor leaves him; when a mortal expires, where then is he?
The eye which saw him does so no more; nor shall his dwelling again behold him.
A voice says, “Proclaim!” I answer, “What shall I proclaim?” “All flesh is grass, and all their loyalty like the flower of the field.
The grass withers, the flower wilts, when the breath of the Lord blows upon it.” “Yes, the people is grass!