for the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and its place knows it no more.
Enoch walked with God; then he was no more, because God took him.
But mortals die, and are laid low; humans expire, and where are they?
The eye that saw them will see them no more, nor will their place behold them any longer.
A voice says, “Cry out!” And I said, “What shall I cry?” All people are grass, their constancy is like the flower of the field.
The grass withers, the flower fades, when the breath of the Lord blows upon it; surely the people are grass.