After the wind blows, the flower is gone, and there is no sign of where it was.
Enoch walked with God; one day Enoch could not be found, because God took him.
But we die, and our bodies are laid in the ground; we take our last breath and are gone.
Those who saw them will not see them again; the places where they lived will see them no more.
A voice says, “Cry out!” Then I said, “What shall I cry out?” “Say all people are like the grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field.
The grass dies and the flowers fall when the breath of the Lord blows on them. Surely the people are like grass.