You carry them away like a flood; They are like a sleep. In the morning they are like grass which grows up:
The voice said, “Cry out!” And he said, “What shall I cry?” “All flesh is grass, And all its loveliness is like the flower of the field.
because “All flesh is as grass, And all the glory of man as the flower of the grass. The grass withers, And its flower falls away,
As a dream when one awakes, So, Lord, when You awake, You shall despise their image.
Who were cut down before their time, Whose foundations were swept away by a flood?
He will fly away like a dream, and not be found; Yes, he will be chased away like a vision of the night.
They pass by like swift ships, Like an eagle swooping on its prey.
They are broken in pieces from morning till evening; They perish forever, with no one regarding.
My life span is gone, Taken from me like a shepherd’s tent; I have cut off my life like a weaver. He cuts me off from the loom; From day until night You make an end of me.
I have considered until morning— Like a lion, So He breaks all my bones; From day until night You make an end of me.
The grass withers, the flower fades, Because the breath of the Lord blows upon it; Surely the people are grass.